Spike's Haremby PonyessChaptersPrologue: Entry FeeA Moving in Party; my new HomeA new DayThe Day AfterEaten, and DopedThe Day After, Relaxed Cooling DownK.I.S.S.IntroductionInto the HeatPrologue: Entry Fee. I had entered the castle, in search of a book. Curious; I had taken a wrong turn, in search of the archive supposedly located in the basement. Of course the library is in the open, official part of the castle; as opposed to Princess Twilight Sparkle’s Royal chambers. I would never have dreamt, of entering these. Everything is purple crystal, aside from the decorations scattered all over the castle. A large, largely empty and abandoned castle is easy to get lost in. For one who has no experience and did not know the layout, that is particularly threatening. I had opened a large, heavy, steel gray door and entered the room. On the right; I find seven unlocked doors, to empty rooms in the size of large closets. Maybe that had been expected, for a castle? On the left, I can see a locked door. All the doors in the wing are identical to the one I had just stepped through. There had been a heavy, resounding metallic noise, when the door closed behind me. Had it been pushed; or is it natural, for the door to close on its own? No point, in screaming; I will just get hoarse and lose my voice, for no good reason; when no pony hears me, or comes to my rescue. No pony knows I am here, so why expect any pony to hear me now? The door behind me is closed and does not open, the door before me is equally closed and will not open for me. I am trapped. I end up, sneaking into the first of the doors to one of these large closets. I leave the door half open, fearing it will just close me up even further. I may or may not suffer from claustrophobia, but why chance it? It isn’t as if the air is damp enough, as it is. The closet could not support me with enough air, I just know it. I end up, falling asleep in the room. Lying on the cold crystal for my only support. < --- --- --- > As I wake up, untold hours later; the room is dark. There is a sense; that some pony had been in the room, I had chosen for myself. If only this had been a pony? On second thought; I do feel the tightness of a mate, black rubber collar around my neck. While I can not see it, it does have a fist size Amethyst; in the place of the element, in the necklaces the ponies led by Princess Twilight Sparkle. However, I can feel the large gem; if I put up my hoof in a vein attempt, to pull the necklace off of my neck. I had already probed it, in the hopes of taking it of or finding out what it is and what its purpose may be. For as long as I am alone, the gem is perfectly inert and inactive. It is merely glowing meekly, giving me a sliver of light and hope in the otherwise compact darkness of the underground, in which I had found myself. While the gem is still dead cold, the rubber is warm to the touch; almost as if it had been alive, or cursed. I can probe and feel the stiff and slippery rubber of the collar around my neck; yet, I can barely even touch it. “What have I done? What did I do, in order to deserve this?” I ponder. A moment later, I see a thick, white sheet of engraved paper side in over the floor. It is slipping in between the door over the threshold. As I look closer, the engraved text is glowing in a deep, dark and menacing purple. “Incert me into your anal cavity, and I will grant you a large, red and juicy apple!” the text reads. I read the text, once, twice, thrice and find a clear rubber tube. The tube is clearly intended for anal insertion. Do I dare taking the chance and follow the instruction; or do I ignore the instruction in the hopes nothing bad comes to me? Of course; the promise of an apple, is particularly enticing right now. I end up, accepting the tube and stand up. “Here goes nothing! What do I have to lose?” I ponder, as I push in the tube and feel it slide in eagerly. Maybe just a bit too eagerly. There is a distinct pinch; as the tube plops and rivet itself into my rear orifice. “Ouch!” I exclaim. “Who ever slipped in the paper, will know I inserted the tube!” I mutter. A moment later, the sensation of the tube is subsiding; replaced by the sensation of a crystal clear rubber membrane sliding in, into the anal cavity and covering me from the inside and all the way out. If I could have seen the rubber, it is clearly glistering even in this weak light in the room. It is highly elastic, yet immensely stiff. “To insert a three inch long rubber tube, is in and of itself not a real sacrifice; yet now it had proven to be more costly, than I could have imagined!” I ponder. Since I had accepted the offer and inserted the tube, I push out the engraved paper empty. Expecting some kind of a response. There is a moment of pause, nothing happens and it is completely quiet and still; then a stainless steel bowl such as one would feed a pet in slide in, containing the promised apple. The apple is just as large, red and juicy as I had been promised. I lick my lips in anticipation; half by half expecting the apple to disappear or prove to be spoiled in some way I could not foresee or fathom. I pick up the apple, take the first bite and chew; this is indeed the promised apple and it is delicious. At first, I had been prepared to just swallow the apple, expecting it to disappear; then I changed my mind, enjoying the treasure, for as long as I am able. I just could not make myself scoff it down, in haste. Once I had finished the meal, as embarrassing as it may have been, to be served in a pet’s bowl; I had enjoyed it, then pushed the empty bowl out of the room. It is quiet. Nothing happens for what seems an eternity. A new sheet of paper slips into the room, with a new tube on it. “Beggars can’t be choosers!” I ponder. “Incert me, into your vagina; and I will grant you a supremely large, orange and tasty carrot!” the engraving promises. “At least no pony sees me, right now!” I mumble, as I accept the offer. Slipping the tube into my vagina is exceedingly simple; since it eagerly slips in, as if lubricated. There is a distinct pinch; as the tube plops and riveting itself into place, in me. Just as expected, once the tube had plopped, I clearly feel the distinct sensation of the membrane spreading out from the petals of my orchid. I feel how it is coating the entire mound, just as it coats the petals of my orchid; then it spreads inwards and coats me from the inside and out. My entire womb is now effectively coated in the crystal clear rubber. I feel it press out against me, just as I feel myself contract around it. In the process, I am effectively fusing with the rubber. What the consequences of this may be, I have no idea and do not even dare considering it. Just as I had pushed the sheet back out, the bowl returns with the large carrot I had been promised. I pick it up and examine it. This does indeed look exactly like the carrot I had been promised. Quietly, I enjoy my prized treasure; chewing it slowly. Why bother to hurry? I have but this one delicious carrot. Who knows if and what I can eat later? “I am a Pony, not a Dog!” I ponder, in reaction to the notion of eating any faster. I have nowhere to go, and exactly nothing to do. I know I can’t open the door out. Of course, I could not open any door; leading anywhere but to the wardrobes just like the one, in which I sit and eat right now. While I would have appreciated company, but right now I am grateful for the solitude and privacy. No pony can see me in my current situation. I do not appreciate eating out of a pet’s bowl, locked inside a small room. Well, at least this is my room. Isn’t it? In the end, I finish the carrot I had been given; pushing the bowl out of the room, signifying I had enjoyed the meal. The bowl disappears, replaced by the third sheet of paper and a new tube. “Insert me, and you will have a large bowl of fresh, cool water!” the message reads. “If I have already accepted the previous three offers, why not accept this one too?” I ponder. I pick up the muzzle tube and insert it into my mouth; only to feel the distinct pinch as it plops, when it is riveting itself firmly into place. Once the pinch is subsiding, the clear rubber is spreading out over my muzzle and lips, aside from into my mouth and coating my tongue, before continuing down my throat. I can only feel the sensation of the rubber so far, before it is blurring out into vague imagination. I push the sheet of paper out, and is rewarded with the large bowl of water I had been promised. I accept the water, finding it just as refreshing as I had imagined the promise had implied. While I drink, I feel how the water is flowing into my mouth and down my throat. I feel the water and taste it as if I had never inserted the tube in the first place. Save for the detail of how the water never really does touch me, on its way down my throat. Only once I had drunk my fill of the water, did I notice how clear rubber is coating my entire form. I had been busy, drinking; distracted, by the joy of fresh water and food. Now I can see and feel the consequences of what I had accepted. The room is empty, save for the one small mare in the corner of the first wardrobe. I had been fed and watered. In surprise; I notice a second and third meal coming my way. I just had to wait for eight hours. “Why had I not even tried to escape, before?" I ponder. Some pony had fed and watered me, I should have managed to escape, while the door had been opened. While distracted, I had failed to notice it; the gem in my collar had been glowing, but only while the visitor had been in proximity. The visitor is a Dragon by the name of Spike. I do not know him or even of him. I doubt I even heard his name. After my third meal, I had fallen asleep; in a curious and rather restless slumber. At least; I had been asleep and would find myself rested, once I wake up tomorrow. < --- --- --- > I find myself lying on the floor, but at least I am rested. I recall, I had been given food, the other day. I had been fed, like a pet. On second thought, something had changed. My hooves had been polished. I can see it because they glister in the sparse light. I can also feel it, in the increased hardness to the surface of my hooves. Though I still feel the floor under-hoof, as I trot around on the floor. There is a bowl before me, a carrot and an apple are waiting for me. I eat and chew content. There is water, and I drink my fill. I leave the bowls where I found them, pushing the door to my home. The door slides up, quietly and in complete content. I step out, into the room outside and scan the environment. At first, nothing had changed. How unexpected? On second thought, one door is open, the one opposite the one I had entered. In curiosity, I approach the door and slip in. Quietly. I do not make a sound. Why? Why bother? Of course, I do not wish to call the attention towards me or my person. Not now, not before and particularly not as I am entering this room. Behind the door, the hall is just purple crystal, just as in the one I had just left behind me. I am giving up the only home I know. Everything I have. Of course, everything is purple crystal in the castle. Everything, except the doors in this wing. Just after I had passed the threshold, the door is slamming shut behind me. The sound is exactly the same as it had been the day before. It is a silver gray, stainless steel door against the same purple crystal. What to be expected; the sound is identical. I examine the small rooms behind the doors in the new hall. The rooms are all identical. It is, as if I had never left the previous hall. Although, this hall is much longer. On second thought, these rooms come with a cushion crafted out of clear rubber. Possibly the same rubber, as the tubes I inserted the other day were crafted out of. Do I dare to touch it? What if I am stuck on the cushion? What else, could the cushion possibly do to or with me? In the end, I choose to move into the first room of the hall. They are all identical. There is a second room, where the door is locked. The hall is indeed identical to the one I came from. A Moving in Party; my new Home. I own nothing, but myself; or, that is what I imagine as I move in. “Curious looking cushion!” I point out, as I examine, what is to be my bed; for as long as I will live in this small room. I poke the cushion with my right fore hoof. I feel the squishy rubber under my hoof, bot nothing happens. I do not find myself stuck, on a sticky mass of clear rubber; as I had initially imagined, could have been the case. As a matter of fact, the cushion is smooth to the point of being slippery; feeling almost as if it had been lubricated, for sexual fantasies. Maybe that image had not been quite as far from the truth, as I wish had been the case. “If it is not sticky, or traps me; maybe I can rest on it, at least for a few hours?” I ponder, as I mount the clear mass of rubber. “I guess, you will just have to be my bed!” I inform the cushion before me. Naturally, the clear rubber does not react. It makes no reaction of any kind, not even a squeak. I do not mind. At least, this would be a better resting place, than the cool purple crystal I had been sleeping on, the other night. If it is not the Royal bed, Twilight Sparkle is sleeping on; who am I to complain? At least, it will be softer on my hide, to rest upon this. Only once I had mounted my new bed, do I notice the change made to this room. The walls are coated with an inch thick rubber membrane, similar to what the tubes were crafted out of. The same, crystal clear rubber the bed is made out of. Everything in my room, is coated with the same rubber. Or, so it would seem. Should I complain? If so, to whom? The rubber had been cold to the touch, when I had entered the room; now I feel it is warming up, under my touch. The room itself is not growing warmer than it had been prior to my entrance, yet the rubber and every item in the room is adapting to my body heat. As the cushion is warming up, I can clearly hear the distinctive squeaks from it as I move. Curious, but unavoidable. As the cushion is adjusting to the heat of my body, I feel the surface changing to make it more comfortable to lay upon as well. Moment by moment, the shape of my cushion is taking on the exact form of my belly. “I guess I could lie rather comfortably, and safely on this cushion!” I ponder, as the realization is sinking in. What magic is making me enjoy the cushion, making it feel good to lie on it? I do not even know magic is involved, even if it may be obvious that it is making the cushion into what it is. If I am not looking directly at the door to my room, but I am not looking away, either. The door is actually facing my right flank; quite convenient, I guess. For everything I know, I am alone down here; there is nothing and no pony to worry about. Exactly, no pony. My only worry, is where the food came from, and the price asked for the first meal. “Why were I asked; to insert these tubes, in the first place?” I ponder. While I do no longer feel the invasive, clear rubber inside; it was quite the eye-opener, when it slipped into me and coated me with its clear membrane. Could I extract these tubes now? I have not been instructed anything, further; since the instructions, inserting these tubes a few days prior. I have not considered it, and feel no urge to attempt the extraction. So long as I have nothing better to do, but I still have been fed each day. On second thought, I do feel a bit wet and this is slowly mounting towards something I have not dared to consider or contemplate. I dismount the cushion, when the food is presented, in order to enjoy the meal. I do enjoy a short stroll in the hall outside; just to exercise as much as I care for. I return to the cushion, once more; after I had had my little exercise. Of course; I have no idea, as to how long I have been down here. All I have to go by, is the three meals before I go to sleep. “I wake up, am served a meal and dismount the cushion to enjoy my breakfast. I exercise and mount the cushion, before I am served a new meal. I dismount the cushion and enjoy my lunch. I may take a stroll before I mount the cushion, or not. I am served a third meal and dismount the cushion to enjoy my dinner. After dinner; I have time for a stroll, before I mount the cushion and falls asleep. I do sleep quite comfortably, on my cushion!” I ponder, when I summarize the day I have just had. With other words, nothing happens. Exactly nothing. While I am growing wet, I am sadly also growing bored and frustrated about my situation. A new Day. It is dark, as I wake up. I hear noises and squeaks from outside. “My gem is glowing!” I ponder; as I realize something is changing, in my life. I had failed to notice the glow of the Amethyst, up until now. Mainly due to the fact that it only glows, when he is in the room and I sleep when he is in the room. Of course, even if it is dark, the glow is still faint. “Squeaks, the floor is coated with rubber; so I guess this means, some pony is finally coming after me!” I ponder. Naturally, it is no pony; it is a dragon, coming to finally claim his prize and examine the mare in my room. That mare, is me. “This Pegasus stallion is wearing a very odd suit!” I ponder, as I see the form, entering my home. “Let’s see, what do we have here!” Spike exclaims, as he is watching me from the side where I lie. I remain relaxed and comfortable, on the cushion upon which I lie. “Good little mare; let me examine and explore you, before we have some fun!” Spike explains. “He does not know my name!” I ponder, casting a glance towards my rubber-coated right flank. In chock, I realize that my flank is bare; coated by the rubber, and thus hiding who I am. “Of course, first you need a name and an identity!” Spike declares, as he is producing what appears to be a sheet of paper with what looks like a mark on it. Spike slaps the mark onto my flank. I see the paper glow and crumble; before I realize exactly what he is doing, as the new mark is finally revealed on my flank. It is a Ruby in the shape of a crystalline heart. Just that there is the number one floating over the crystal heart. “What is that, and what did you just do to me?” I inquire, in sudden and immediate alarm. “As I just said, you did need an identity! Let us hope, you prove worthy of your new identity!” he points out. Of course; now my rubbery coat of fur is a clear and unblemished silicon white, upon which my new mark does fit perfectly. “Do you want to be a Rarity, or would you prefer to be nothing?” he inquires. “In that case, I think I prefer to be the Rarity!” I respond. "Why do I feel the scent of excitement, on the air; from your direction, my Rarity?" he inquires. "I have no idea, but I guess I do feel just a little bit wet!" I respond. “I just have to check, if you do not mind!” he points out; stepping in behind me, before I had the time to protest, or even respond. “I, I do not know!” I squeak, as response. I feel him placing his left hand on my rump, before he is placing the tip of his claw on my mound and sliding it ever inwards. “Oh, oh!” I exclaim, realizing just how wet I am and the reason behind it. “Is that why I am so wet? I had no idea! That feels so good!” I ponder. “I guess you have been enjoying your carrots, lately?” he inquire, confirming the point. “Yes, I certainly have been enjoying the carrots!” I respond; “They were delicious!” I ponder. “I can see that, you inserted the tubes I offered you!” he points out, explaining the deal. “Yes, I did!” I merely respond, giggling at the realization hitting home. “Exactly!” he points out; “That is exactly why you are wet, and excitable like this!” he continues; hammering in the point, by a teasing stroke of his claw over the petals of my orchid. “Ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, reacting on his intended stimulation. “You are incapable of resisting this!” he explains, stroking the petals for a moment. “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, in response. “Have a cherry!” he responds, tossing me the treat. “Thank you!” I respond, snapping the red delicacy. If only I had known it beforehoof, but this cherry had been spiked. “I wanted you to relish this moment, remember it with fondness; so I offered you the cherry!” he explains. “I love the sweet cherry, even if I can’t recall ever having one before!” I respond. “Then your memory will be untainted; connected to the cherry!” he points out, teasing me more. I feel him, as he is teasing me towards the excitement I am incapable of resisting, finding the first precursor contraction before the actual orgasms hits me. I feel a shiver and know exactly what happens. I had an orgasm. He continues, licking his lips. “There, I knew you would enjoy this!” he points out. “I did not!” I respond, truthfully; “But now I do!” I add. “I want you, to enjoy this; for all it is worth, so I make certain you will!” he promises. “Since you did not mind, I will have a small sample of your excitement!” he points out. He steps forwards, licking me right under the tail. In chock, I realize I am wet. Not just my orchid. “Delicious!” he exclaims. “Now I will give you the plug!” he explains, just before I feel the tip of the soaking wet, deliciously slippery head. It does not take him any attempts, the head of the plug eagerly slide in as if on its own accord. I feel it plop and riveting in my rear orifice and filling up my anal cavity perfectly. It is, as if it had been molded for me. Which it just may have been. “Oow!” I exclaim, as the plug is riveting firmly inside. “Sorry, but you will see the point soon enough!” he merely offers, as explanation. “I will?” I inquire. “Trust me, you will; but you will learn that, when you get there!” he adds. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, with each progressive orgasms hitting me; harder and faster, with each time it takes me. “That is the spirit!” he offers, enjoying my little whimpering cries of ecstasy. “Of course, you can only come down from there; when I say so, when it suits me!” he promises, as if it had been a blessing explaining my situation. Though I am already too excited, far too excited; to care now. After about an hour of solid teasing, on his part; I am peaking, yet still coming over and over. “An exercise, of love! I hope you will appreciate it, for all it is worth!” he concludes. Just for good measure, he does tease me; for just a few more minutes, but that may be more for his joy. < --- --- --- > . The taste of his cherry, persistently coating the inside of my mouth; for the entire duration of the exercise. I experience the sweetness of the cherry, relishing the moment as if it was just an instant in time. He had stepped out from behind me and waled out of my home, my room and closed the door behind himself. I had not cared, or even noticed it. Maybe I am just too excited, to care what happened in the room. I do not even hear the squeaking noises of his steps, before or even after he opens the door and enters the room, once more. Why? Why bother? I am busy. “Let me give you a small reminder!” he points out, just as he is stepping in behind me. “If you do not mind!” he continues, just before he is slipping his face in under my tail. I feel his tongue, as he is lapping at my rear orifice, and the space where he inserted that anal plug; preventing me from reaching my climax, leaving me utterly and totally incapable of climax. I feel the tip of his tongue, as it is slipping over my flesh. Just that I can’t quite determine, if it is the plug or my actual flesh he is licking. “Uh, huh!” I ponder; as I know exactly what it is, he is hammering in with this act. After a minute, or if it is a few minutes; he is pulling back. I feel his claws pinching me. He is grabbing a firm grip around what feels as if it is the flesh just around my rear orifice. He makes the point, as he is pulling back and I feel my flesh stretching well beyond expected limitations. It feels, as if I had indeed been made out of highly elastic rubber; not a pony of flesh and blood, such as I clearly recall I had been born to be. Since I am a hoarse little horse; or rather pony, I am not speaking, just sighing with the last few orgasms permitted. Once he finally decides to release me; he slips in his claws and pulls the plug out. I find the climax a mere moment later. “There, that seems to have made the trick! Come down and enjoy your breakfast, once you gathered your wits and strength enough to slide down!” he instructs me. Of course, the bowl is containing the apple and carrot. I have my water, waiting for me; fresh and cool, just the way he knows I like it. He steps out and closes the door behind himself. I moan and whimper, short of breath and strained to my limits. I just remain limp as I draw in breath for all I am worth. In the end, I manage to slip down and enjoy the breakfast offered. I just am not quite as enthusiastic about it. After a long night of excitement, who could possibly blame me? I am utterly spent after the efforts I had endured. The Day After. Strangely enough, I am not sore; from the day before, with all the fun and excitement he provided me with. Maybe I never truly had a real orgasm before, but this much should have left me dry and soar down there. Not only am I not sore or in pain; I am wet and excitable as ever. As a matter of fact, I am soaring on the winds of the day before. “Will he be back today?” I ponder. At least, my breakfast is served; the apple, the carrot and even the water had been slipped into my room. After a night’s sleep, I am enjoying my breakfast contently. After the day before, I am enjoying the day, happily. Why shouldn’t I? I should have been indignant, by the manner in which my breakfast is being served. I should be, but I just can’t bring myself to bother being upset, right now. Maybe it is in the effect of the afterglow, from all the fun and excitement I had just been served the other day? Or; does it have anything to do with that cherry, he gave me? I have no idea; and I am not about to start asking these questions, right now. Asking questions, usually just brought me into a bad mood. I do not want to be, in a bad mood now; or ever, for that matter. I like how it feels right now, and how I feel. I enjoy to be wet and wild, even if I never had the chance to explore it; at least, not anywhere near this extent. Besides, I used to be sore and in pain; the day after these bouts. “Sniff, sniff!” “Is that the excitement, he sensed?” I ponder, based on the strange and alluring scent I pick up. Of course, I am wet; I have sensed the scent of that before, but it never felt quite like this. Could it have anything to do with these tubes, he asked me to insert? He asked me to insert them; because he knew what it would do to me, and how it would make me feel. At least, I imagine he knew it. “If only I could reach, down there?” I ponder. I just giggle at the mere thought. “I never was the contortionist, I suck at anything that has to do with agility!” I ponder; knowing it all too well, through a few too many failures in my past. Distracted, I chew slower than I use to. I know it, but can do nothing about it. I am definitely wet and there is a distinct scent of excitement on the air, I just can’t shake. As if I wanted to shake it? It is my excitement, there is no escaping it. I end up swallowing the last of the water from my pet’s bowl. Once the meal is had, I look around for a moment, before I push up the door. There is nothing out there, but space; just as there is no pony, out there. “Empty, and he is gone!” I ponder; as I realize the stallion who served me is nowhere to be found. I move from door to door, sniffing for a moment; before I move on to the next door, sniffing again and again. No pony to be seen. Only now, each of these doors had apparently been locked. I am denied access, to whatever is behind these doors. I choose to assume there is nothing, and that each of these rooms are empty and abandoned. Just as they were, when I came here on the first day as I was completely lost and thus abandoned. Abandoned by every pony and everything. “At least, I have him; he serves me three meals, each and every day!” I ponder. The distance between each door, to the next is merely eight feet; not very much, but these are little more than wardrobes. The rooms barely contain a single petite mare inside. Door by door, I continue down the entire length of the hall. There is nothing, but an empty hall; lined by doors, locked and uninteresting. I stop, as I reach the end of the hall. “Nothing!” I ponder. “There is nothing and I am in need of distraction!” I realize. “Maybe, just maybe!” I continue, turning around and trot down the entire length of the hall in a single uninterrupted go. “No!” I exclaim; as I turn around, before I gallop all the way down the hall once more. My mouth is slippery; just as it had been the entire day before. “Slippery, like..” I ponder, never to finish the train of thought. I had reached the end of the hall and stop, abruptly. Or, I would have galloped straight into the closed steel door before me. “There is always a stainless steel door at the end of the hall!” I ponder, as I turn around. Where did all this energy come from? But, I had just had a full night’s sleep and a delicious breakfast. Strange; I can’t recall, enjoying a breakfast before. Most certainly, not like this. Once I had managed to stop, and turn around; I gallop down the hall, all the way down to the other door. There is always a door, at the end; I can not shake it, and I can not escape it. Of course, at least this hall is along enough for an actual gallop. "A hall long enough for a gallop; indoors, and downstairs?” I ponder. “Where in all of Equestria, am I?” I exclaim. “Unless, of course; I had been moved, during the night as I was sleeping?” I ponder. I end up; doing the most stupid, and the most foolhardy I can recall I had ever done. I do not stop, and I do not slow down; I reach up for the door and brace myself for the impact, continuing up and around in a very daring stunt. Strangely enough, it actually works; I find myself galloping back along the hall. Even if I am in fact upside down and under the ceiling. “Now, that is odd!” I ponder. Once the realization is sinking in, I know I can’t stop now; I continue and repeat the trick in order to find myself on the floor. I do not stop, until I had reached the middle of the hall. In part, due to galloping so fast; scared of falling down from the ceiling. I had found the experience a bit more exhilarating; than I had dared to hope for, and a bit more than I could possibly have been prepared for. “Am I still in Ponyville, or is this one of these strange nightmares I have been hearing of?” I ponder. I end up, trotting back to the door to my room. I slip in and lay down on the cushion once I had mounted it. “Or, him!” I ponder, just for the heck of it. “Now, how could that possibly feel?” I ponder. I had had my excitement for the day, content in lying prone on my cushion and hear it squeak under the weight of my body. Maybe I would dare, to exercise in the hall again, but I can wait. I hear the door open and he slips into the room. “If you have had your excitement?” he puts forth. “Yes!” I breathe. “Good! Because I have a trick or two, I will teach you!” he points out. He helps me, spreading my legs to his liking. Now, if you press down your right hind hoof; firmly!” he points out, instructing me. I follow his instruction, as best I can. Maybe I overdo it, I do not know. “Now, your left hind hoof!” he continues, and I do as he is telling me. He steps out before me and presents me with my apple. “I hope it is juicy!” he merely suggests, and I chew. As I finish, he is presenting me with the carrot. “Chew!” he suggests and I follow the suggested instruction. “Could you wiggle for me?” he inquires, and I do my best to please him. “Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear the cushion, under my belly. “Excellent, just excellent!” he exclaims; You did well, you did not fall off of your cushion!” he continues. “No, why would I do that?” I inquire. “Because you lost your ballance?” he is teasing me. He walks around me and bends over, examining my hooves still firmly pressed down onto the floor, where he had instructed me to. Once he had confirmed, what he was looking for; he raises to his feet and walk back to me, now presenting me with the water. I enjoy finishing my meal, even when he is looking. Maybe, I should not have? Without a word, he picks up the bowls in a neat stack and walk out of my room; barely affording me the effort of kicking the door close behind himself, as he leaves. “Oh!” I exclaim, heard by exactly none. First now, I realize what it is he had instructed me to do. My hooves do not leave the floor, no matter how much I strain myself to pull either of them free from the floor under me. I am rewarded, with a new set of squeaks, for each failed attempt to pull free, while the hoof remains firmly in place. As if I had done exactly nothing. I could scream in frustration, but what is the use? He will not hear me, and I will be hoarse all over again. For no good reason. If he by any chance did hear me, what good would that do me? Will he even bother serving me my last meal of the day? I shudder. “What if he abandons me?” I ponder. Several hours later, there is the sound of squeaks as he is walking down the hall. He opens the door and presents me with my meal; the apple, the carrot and the water. I chew and swallow. I do not wish to disappoint him. Besides, I am hungry. He carries the bowls out, just as he had done before and I am once more alone., Nothing to do. I could wiggle and listen to the squeaks. I could try to pull my hooves free, but to no avail. Or, I could scream until I grow hoarse, but why bother? I would much rather picture him coming back to me. Him feeding me. Or, if he chose to release me and my hooves from the floor. In the end, I fall asleep, only to be caught by a strange dream. I am caught up, in strange dreams, all night. Eaten, and Doped. I am woken up, from one particular dream; by something wet slithering all over the petals of my orchid. Of course; my hooves are still stuck in place and I lie on the cushion where he had left me the day before. Assuming is the day after that, now. I have no idea; and nothing to hold on to, here. “Oh, oh!” I sigh, as his tongue is playing over the slippery and soaking wet petals of my orchid. I could not help myself, I am in his grip; helpless and incapable of doing anything about my situation. “Oooh!” I exclaim, just as I feel the tip of his tongue plunge right into me. “You are awake; excellent, just excellent!” he exclaims, in response. I lick my lips, only to find them wet. Soaking wet. Though I can’t quite master, to articulate a single word. Of course, he has my complete and undivided attention now; the dream washed away, forgotten as if it had never happened. Of course, it was just a wayward dream; it never really happened, other than in my head. He pulls his tongue out, and pulls back. “You deserve a reward!” he offers. He walks around me and produces a Raspberry. The juicy berry slips into my mouth effortlessly. I cherish the flavours of the treat. Naturally, the Raspberry had been spiked. Just as the cherry had been spiked. “I want you to enjoy it, to the fullest!” he points out. “For that, I will need to plug you up; so that no excitement, or pleasure could slip out of you and escape!” he concludes. “Of course, he just had to plug me up!” I ponder. "This plug is definitely larger than the one he used the other day!” I realize. I feel the slippery and soaking wet head of the plug. The plug soon slips in effortlessly; as if it had been sinking in quicksand, or like a stone thrown into the lake. There is a distinct pinch, as the plug plop and riveting itself into my anal cavity. Though the sensation soon subsides to the point I forget it entirely. “Ooow!” I exclaim, but too late. “You are such a gem, my little Rarity!” he proclaims, proudly. “That is the stallion, I love!” I ponder, though I have no idea who he is or even his name. “While we are at it!” he points out. I feel the tip of his tongue, as he is licking the plug and an inch out. I just can’t say if he is licking me, or the plug. His tongue slowly moves around the plug, then up to my mound and up to the top; where my orchid is. He adds more effort and laps away at the petals of my orchid for several minutes, “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, feeling myself growing excited. Though I soon realize; that the wetness in my mouth grows thicker, after a minute of his attention. Now he places the tip of a claw on top of the plug and push, feeling the claw slide right in. From there, he pinches and grabs a firm grip of the rim. “Don’t do it, don’t do it; but I know you are going to do that, anyway!” I ponder, as I feel him pull and stretch me an inch or two. As he is stretching out my flesh on one side, his other claw ends up sliding in and giving him a grip on the other side. From there, he does stretch me out several inches; just for the fun of it or if it is, just to let me feel and experience how it feels. I can’t complain or voice the complaints now; if I don’t like it or if it is uncomfortable, makes no real difference. This is simply something, I will have to get used to. He certainly enjoys the tease more than I had been expecting. “Well, at least it is not painful; it is a curious sensation, I guess he is going to force me to get used to and even enjoy!” I soon realize. “Delicious!” he exclaims; as he gives me a few more tentative tugs, just for good measure. I feel his tongue, as he returns his focus to the plot of his story. He is clearly enjoying me and my taste; as he is lapping at the petals of my orchid. More and more; he is giving each and every individual petal its due, applying his attention towards teasing me in the process of enjoying the slippery sensation. “Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!! I exclaim, as he is pushing the agenda forwards, towards lapping away at me once more. “Now, that is what I was hoping for! This, I can certainly enjoy!” I ponder, as he continues lapping away. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim; as the tip of his tongue plunges into me once more, just to drive home the point, as he pushes deep into me. With the one act, he is ripping my train of thought right in two; shattering my focus. Then, he returns to giving his undivided attention to each petal in turn. Teasing me, by moving the tip of his tongue all over the individual petal. I feel my petals growing stiff and rubbery erect as he is caressing them with the tip of his coarse tongue. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, as he is plunging the tip of the tongue deep into me, once more. Each time, he pushes deeper inside me. Teasing the inside of me with the touch and caressing focus; just to push me further and further off of focus. There is a contraction, just before the first orgasms and my eyes are glazing over. I am no longer aware of the room or anything in it. Only spike holding on to me and lapping away at me. One orgasm after the other; harder and faster each consecutive time. Everything is a blur. I do not see and I do not think. Only react to what spike is doing behind me, where I can’t see him. I instinctively know he is enjoying this, what he is doing to and with me right now. Could I possibly blame him? While I had little perspective of time before, he utterly chattered it with his attention. With the first orgasm, time is not existing in my little bubble of existence. From the orgasm, and I am peaked may have taken an hour, while it is an entire eternity in my perception. I appreciate each and every little move on his part. How could I not? After all he was doing for me, and everything I am feeling right now. I am in a bubble, where time no longer existence; a single perfectly beautiful instant. Of course, Spike could not help himself; but climbing up on me, grabbing my rear orifice once more. While I am no longer aware of him, he is teasing and stretching the outer rim of my anal entrance to the limit of his content imagination. Just for the fun of it? He ends up, slipping down, walking out and closing the door behind himself. He leaves me alone, in this bubble of perfection; where I can enjoy the bliss, he created for me and me alone. Maybe he will repeat the act; for me or for another mare? Who knows, and who cares? I am satisfied and content. Right here, and right now. There is no earlier, no later; just this one instant of the eternal now. One perfect instant. < --- --- --- > . The room had been dark, but I had not cared. I can’t say that is had been cold or dry. I am still soaking wet. I still am trapped within that one instant of the final orgasm. Of course; I am also high, after chewing on the Raspberry he gave me. I still do feel the taste of it. It is, as if it had still been in my mouth. To me, the Raspberry is still there. Just as it had been, when I accepted it. There is a set of consecutive squeaky steps from the hall outside. I do not hear them; since I am consumed by the instant. I am still having the orgasms he gave me. How long I had been here, I have no idea; it has no meaning and is of no consequence to me. The door goes up and Spike steps into the room. While I do feel him under my tail, I pay no mind to what he is doing. Of course, he is breaking what ever seal made it impossible for him to extract the anal plug keeping me peaked. After a moment of teasing and consideration; he grabs the plug, then promptly pulls it out. I feel the plug slip out; as if it had been a part of me. The melted, semi liquid rubber stretching out and finally breaking of from me. I feel his grip and I feel myself stretching out into what could as well have been an eternity. There is a resounding, wet plop; as the plug finally does part with me and is losing it’s grip inside me, losing its grip of me and the effect it was having on me. The bubble bursts and the climax hits me like a ton of bricks from the roof of a very tall sky-scraper. As the climax had occurred, I am no longer having orgasms. I am no longer excited and thus can no longer be pushed to stay in any kind of waken state. I fall into a strange void slumber and my day is at an end. In the dream that pursues my mind, afterwards is still affected by the Raspberry and what had been done to me. In the dream, I am mounted and Spike is pleasing me. I just never sees his face. He does never reveal himself or his true identity. Would his identity change anything, for me? I will never know. Not until I learn of his secret, and who he is. If it will ever happen. The Day After, Relaxed Cooling Down. I feel hot. I am on the top of the world. Strangely enough, I am more relaxed than I could possibly remember I had ever been. While I am hot, the room is still cool. My rear hooves are stuck on the floor behind me, but I can’t for the life of me figure out how or why. Then again, why bother? I am still hot. “I like being hot!” I ponder. If only I had known, just how good it feels to be hot. It isn’t the hot from a gazing sun or too hot a bath. His face is hovering before my inner vision in the position of my gaze. His smile is grazing my mood and brings me happy tears. While I can never lift my hind hooves; I can wriggle and squirm to my heart’s content. As I move; I hear his voice in each of the consequent squeak caused by the cushion under my belly. While I may, or may not know why; he is the stallion of my life, even if he is not quite a stallion by birth. A detail escaping me, in the position in which I had found myself; stuck and lost, guided through what is passing for my very own and personal labyrinth of life. If I had struck a blind path, or if it is leading me to anything; happiness or despair, is still too early for me to say. I can’t quite put a hoof, on where I am, or where this particular, peculiar path is about to take me. Even now, after a night’s sleep, the afterglow of the experience is so strong, my orchid is literally aglow and could have lit up the entire room. Not that my room is very large and expansive, but still. Even if I could have reached the bowl with my fore-hooves, I can not eat; in the position I had found myself, the position he had placed me in. Fortunately, I do not need to worry my pretty little head about these details. I have Spike. Just like clock-work, there is his steps in the hall. I can clearly hear the distinct squeaks, as he is making his way towards me. Naturally, I do not hear him opening the door, more than I could have heard anything beyond the door he had just opened. Of course; I will have no food, no meal without him. He is the deliverer of everything I have, everything I can and will ever have. Such is my life, in the situation I stepped into. Right now, I do not mind. The door slides up and he is stepping into the room. Since I can’t eat by myself, right now; he did not bother carrying all the individual bowls. I did not see him enter the room; before he is stepping in before me, apple in hand. I chew, and he is grinning merrily at me. Once I had eaten the entire apple, he offers me the carrot and I continue chewing. I enjoy my meal, even if the embarrassing situation. I enjoy it, because of him. My stallion. My one and only. He is my everything. As I finish the carrot, he offers me water and I drink. It is the same, crystal clear, fresh water he had always offered me. It is the only water he will ever bother bringing me. I do not know, why he offers me this water; other than to keep me happy and to quench my thirst. Is this the only water he can find? Or, am I truly the Rarity he calls me? Am I the gem of his life? What ever the reasons, the reasoning behind his actions and acting; I appreciate it, and him for what he is offering me. If I am the one and only for him? Who is to care, he gives me all I could ever wish for. Once I had drunk my fill, he leaves me to rest up. I am no longer hungry, or thirsty. Though he does come back for me; delivering the lunch and serves me, just as he served me my breakfast. I enjoy each and every instant of his presence and the effort he is putting into it. Naturally, he just had to leave me and walk out of the room, once more. Spike is leaving me, to tend to his duties and daily chores. I can not put the blame upon him, for performing his duties. There is a set of steps, in the hall; just after he opened the door, and walk up to my door. He opens the door and enters the room. I hear him move up to face me. He presents me with the delicious apple, made edible by its time in his right hand. I chew and he picks up the carrot. I chew and love every instant of him being in the room. The only issue of content, is that I can not be with him. I can not follow him, to where he needs to go and serve; what ever the duties, he serves during the rest of the day. If only, I could have stood by his side and aided him in his tasks. I can’t. I am stuck in place, in this very room. Yet, I can not let this come between me, and the joy of his presence. For as long as he is granted to stay in my room. I could not even mind him leaving me here. Even if I am stuck in place, on the cushion I am still resting. He leaves me, after he served me my dinner. I am alone. None to see and only the dark and the squeaks as my company. I am not scared of the dark. What scares me, is the quiet. My belly is full and I had drunk my fill; Spike and left, and I am once more alone. I yawn, but not overly audibly. I close my eyes, and squirm on the top of the cushion; just for the joy of the squeaks, and the noises it is granting me for the effort of caressing it with my belly. I have come to love the noises, from these squeaks of the cushion. I could not help it, and I can not help myself. Then again, my hooves is keeping me stuck in place. I could go nowhere. As I closed my eyes, it is dark. Even with my hooves stuck in place, I can move just enough for the cushion to grant me just one more squeak of its joy. I fall asleep, but I am not quite aware of it. My belly, still resting on the cushion and I squirm. I hear the squeaks. Suddenly, I realize that the cushion is slipping out from under me, squeaking merrily at me in what I am taking for encouragement. I try to follow, but can’t for my life figure out how to follow it. I manage to lift my right and left fore-hoof, respectively; but, my hind hooves just do not respond, or if I can’t feel them and have no actual control of their movement. I am stuck. The cushion stops and turns around. It stops before me, as if it intends to sniff curiously at me. Then it squeaks in question. I part my lips, in an effort to open my mouth and respond. I want to answer its question. It is, as if I understand enough to answer; what my cushion wants, from me. “Squeak!” I exclaim. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak, squeak!” I add, and it nods in response. “Oh!” I ponder; “You want me to lift my hooves?” I ponder. Curious, but what could I possibly say. Now, my lips are wet and slippery. I feel the clear and slippery wetness slowly spread into my mouth. I feel how it is growing thicker on its way into my mouth. The more of the wet is spreading into my mouth, the less squeaky my voice is becoming. It is as if the gel is air, I can breathe. I draw in a heavy breath. The breath is nourishing me and my voice is almost restored. “Indeed!” I exclaim, before I draw in yet another deep breath. I draw in a third breath, and my voice is as normal as it will ever be, in this strange place. I lift my head and look at the cushion. All of a sudden; what had previously been my cushion, now takes the shape of Spike. He smiles back at me. “Don’t forget, to breathe!” he scolds me, in indignation; “Or, you may turn into a Ponequine, for good!” he continues. “I don’t think, I want to become a Ponequine!” I respond; eyes downcast, in obvious shame and embarrassment. “I have no use for a Ponequine, so you should make certain never to forget to breathe!” he points out. After a few more breathes, I lift up my gaze to face him. "How, could you help me?” I squeak out the obvious question. “Like this!” he responds, showing me how he is lifting his right and left foot in turn. “Oh, I respond, tugging at my hooves, one at the time. Neither hoof really do come off of the ground. I do feel, how the hooves slowly start to stretch more and more; each time and the more effort I am putting into it. “How do you manage that, silly?” he inquires; baffled and in shock, from the result gained by my increasing efforts. “I just try to follow your example, in your footstep!” I respond, not quite grasping his problem. “Oh, yeah; I guess that is the problem, since you don’t have feet!” he chuckles, in response. “I will simply have to try harder; to pull harder and with more enthusiasm, than I have put into it!” I offer. “I guess that may help!” he suggests, not sure of what better to put forth in helping me out of the sticky situation. Of course; the Spike in my dream is not the Dragon, who put me in the situation in the first place. That spike is an actual, real Dragon of flesh and blood. This is merely a figment of my imagination in a dream, trying to live up to what I expect out of him. I pull harder, and my hooves stretch out more. When my hooves are stretching out, I am pulled further in. The more I put into it, the deeper I sink down into the rubber membrane upon which I am standing. After a few minutes, of strenuous efforts; half of my legs had already sunken down, into the makeshift pool. The deeper I sink, the more effort I am putting into it; then I am merely sinking down faster, as result of my effort. After a few more attempts, I had found myself actually sinking continuously. I do no longer need to pull at my hooves, to continue to sink. A few more minutes and I find myself slipping through the membrane and falling into the layer of existence below it. “Oh, there you are!” the light purple stallion exclaims. “Ow!” I exclaim. “Yes, that seems to be the case!” I respond. “Where did Spike go?” I inquire. “Spike? He did not go anywhere!” he points out; pointing a hoof at the shadow, overhead. “Is he still up, there? But, then who are you?” I inquire. “I am him; his dream avatar, you are dreaming up!” he points out. First now, I notice the leathery wings. For a Pony, these would be referred to as Bat wings. For Spike; they are a Dragon’s wings. Just that he neglected to make the point, or distinction. Then again, he is the avatar of him I had just dreamed up; I did not know, so neither does the Avatar. I prance about, reveling in my new-found freedom. He is not bothered, but prance around me. We continue to prance about, like a little filly and colt on Hearth’s Warming Eve. At some point, he just happens to be facing me, kissing me. I wake up with his lips pressed firmly against mine. My lips parted and his tongue slipping in. In chock, I realize; that he is indeed kissing me in the real world, too. “How much of this dream is just a dream, and how much is due to the stimulation he was providing me with?” I ponder. K.I.S.S.. ”His tongue is so deliciously coarse!” I realize, in the instant I wake up from the long slumber. I had been resting, from the previous bout, when he ate me; from the inside and out. He certainly had eaten me alive. This is the reason, why I am hot, feeling hot and alive today. I had certainly needed a day to rest, wind down and gather my strength. I still feel his smooth lips pressed tight and firmly against my parted lips as his tongue slide over my own lips. I had been woken up and summoned back to the room, as his tongue plunged down my throat. There is no escaping, this call for attention. He had just done it on me before. I had enjoyed it then, and I am certainly enjoying it now. If only this kiss could last, but I should have known better; he breaks the kiss, as his tongue slip out of my mouth and he is pulling back. Hesitantly and seemingly unwillingly; even as he knows, he has to pull back now. He takes a step back, slowly as if to demonstrate something; giving me a final view of him and his face. Once he had stepped back, he stays and lingers in place for but a moment that may be as much as a minute. “Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear; as he is moving around me, with slow and deliberate steps on his way to the back. “Squeak, squeak; I hear, as he is moving in behind me. I know there is no sneaking, in a room where everything is rubber or coated with it. Even I am included in this statement. “Time to warm up, my little filly!” he exclaims. I just nod, in response. “Now it is time to warm you up, for what is before you!” he exclaims. I just nod. I know there is no point in refusing or trying to escape. Even if my hind hooves had not been fused to the floor on which I am currently standing. But, who wants to escape; from what I know, he is about to bestow upon me. I am looking forwards to what he is about to do, relishing in the expectation of how it will make me feel. In just a few more minutes. Of course, just a few more minutes. I can wait. Spike licks his lips, in anticipation. There is a squeak, and Spike takes a step back; admiring what he has before him for a moment, before he is moving forwards. I feel his lips on my mound, around the now stiff and slippery orchid. He licks the tip of the petals of the orchid, in obvious delight. He had grown to enjoy and saviour the flavour of me. My juices draw him to me, like a moth to the flame. I could not complain, had I wanted to, but why would I bother complaining? When I am looking forwards to his next move. He is just teasing me, as he is warming up by lapping at the petals of my orchid. “Oooh!” I exclaim, as his tongue forcefully plunges right into me and borrows itself deeply into me. “Oh, oh!” I exclaim; as his tongue is squirming inside me, like a worm on a hook. Hot, and now wet; I am stuck before him, in breathless anticipation. “If he is licking me, my orchid; I have to be hot and delicious, not to mention wet!” I ponder. “Almost there, almost there!” he ponders; “Excellent, just excellent!” he continues, as he feels me reacting to his efforts. “This is as hot as I want her to be, time to move up to the next stage of my exploration!” he exclaims, after he had pulled back. “One small detail!” he ponders, and slips in his little plug from behind; “That ought to do it!” he continues. “I need to be at my peak; when I am performing for my gem, Rarity!” he declares. “Oow!” he exclaims; “That sure is big; and it made me much tighter, than I had anticipated!” he ponders; as he is reacting on his anal plug slipping in, and plopping in his rear orifice. As the clear rubber membrane had finally filled up, from his rump and all the way down into his anal cavity; he feels the clear rubber spreading out over his shaft, from the root and all the way out over the head. A thick sleeve, forming over him; giving him some extra size and making him even more sensitive than he had thought possibly. Naturally, the head is coarse and coated in a clear lubricating gel, for the duration. “Oh, oh!” he exclaims, as he is stroking the tip of the glossy head; just as the process had finished. “He is in for a wild ride!” I ponder; “And then, I am forced to make him enjoy it; just as much as he is making me enjoy it, in the process!” I continue. “Oh, I almost forgot!” he exclaims, in embarrassment over the mistake; “But I can as well try this out now!” he ponders; as he is slipping in his oral tube, feeling the clear rubber membrane slipping into his mouth, coating his tongue and pushing down his through. Of course, this membrane will also push outwards and basically mute him as well in the process. No more elaborate speeches, on his side. “I should try that out, just to see how she is reacting; now, before I get used to it!” he ponders; placing his lips around my orchid, lapping at my petals for a moment, before he pushes forwards. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, just as the tip of his now highly elastic tongue plunges deep inside me in a single, swift move. “Now, I certainly am in for it!” I realize, in shock and aw, in that one instant. “That was fun; why did I not try that out, before?” he ponders, as he realizes how exciting this new experience is to him In realization; he tries it out again; once, twice, thrice. His tongue slipping in and out, easily and fast enough; while eliciting unexpected and exciting sensations, he simply could never have been prepared for. “I am getting of track, it is time I give her what I came here for!” he ponders. With that, he is pulling his tongue out of me, stopping only to lap at my petals for a minute or two. “This Stallion knows how to reel his mare in!” I realize, reveling in my new-found reverence for him. “Oow!” I ponder; “ I feel empty, now; when he pulled out of me, like that!” I realize. There is no way, for me to make him slip back, into me. Yet, maybe I should not be disappointed; considering what is about to come next. I had been distracted, by what I had; enough to miss, what I was about to be given. If, only I am prepared to wait for him to walk around me. He is required to face me, in order for him to give me the treat. He always gives me a treat, when he comes over to have a bout. I never complained before, and I am not about to start complaining now. “What treat is he giving me today!” I ponder, while I wait for him to take the final few steps, to face me. He is presenting me with a Strawberry; large, and juicy. A very tasty treat, when I am permitted to say so. Just like the previous treats; the Strawberry is spiked, even if I do not know of it right away. If it is to enhance my immediate experience, or if it is to tie be to him; who is to say, Spike does not say anything right now. I could not blame him. I open my mouth, accepting the priced treat; slowly chewing, treasuring the given delicacy. Did I truly have a choice, when it all came to it? I do not know, just as I do not care. I enjoy the taste of the Strawberry. Once he had returned to the back of me, he is exploring the plug with his claws. I feel each and every touch the instant it is applied. I can’t escape it, more than I could have escaped him; had I wanted to, considering how my hooves are fused to the floor upon which I stand. He takes his time, exploring me; enjoying the position and considering what he is about to do next. He knew his next move, before he had even given me the Strawberry for the daily treat. I am about to learn, what he had in mind for me today. I am tight and wet, ready to take him in, if I want to or not. He had seen to it, in his meticulous preparation of me. I just had not realized what he was doing, why or what his purpose is. “Strange, why does the plug feel so large?” I ponder. Of course it is not the plug, that is larger today; it is I, who am tighter than I had been expecting. Spike wants me tight, thus he spiked my Strawberry, to give the effect. It may not be the primary effect of the Strawberry he gave me, but he liked to add it to the list. I do not complain. I would not have complained, even if I could have voiced my complaints and been free to move. Which I am not. As he stands behind me, I am clearly lifting my tail; inviting him, to do what I am expecting him to do. I feel him, as he is placing both his hands firmly on my rump. He is stretching and placing himself up for the kill. I feel his tongue, as he is licking my orchid and mound eagerly. I feel the joy in the action. He makes me shiver, in anticipation. The plunge is imminent. Isn’t it? He bends his neck, tracing the deep from my mound and up to the plug. I feel his wet tongue; as he is teasing me with great deliberation. He is taking his time, enjoying the last moments; before he is pulling back, in order to regroup. “Oh?” I ponder. When he is back, it is clearly not the tip of his tongue I feel, as he renew his efforts. The head is slippery and wet, as it is teasing my orchid for but a moment; before he is pressing the advantage, taking the plunge. I feel myself contracting around him, holding him tightly, in a very firm grip. “Ooh, ooh!” he exclaims. “I think I have you, there; my dear Spike!” I ponder, triumphantly. But of course, it is he who had me first. He had had me, all along. From the first day. I could as well admit it, and feel better as a result. Denying it, will not benefit me in the least. I am not on trial, and I am not being punished for admitting anything here. Spike does not need to listen to what I say, but he prefers to make me enjoy his effort nonetheless. I feel Spike holding on to my rump, pulling himself closer in order to thrust himself into me. As he is pushing himself in, I feel myself drawing him in. As he is hitting the bottom, he bounces up. I feel him slide out and away, but find myself far too tight for him to actually make the escape. Not that he had actually wanted to, had he been able to. He had initiated the act, in order to fulfill the promise given. Spike yelps and hold on for dear life. With the plug in, at least he does not need to worry about coming prematurely. I just feel him inside, such as he prepared for me. As opposed to a toy, he is warm inside me; just as I am warm around him. Moment by moment, I feel the excitement mount and build towards what I know can not be avoided. The first contraction, followed by an explosive orgasm. Orgasm by orgasm, I enjoy the moment. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Yet, he is not moving faster than I can enjoy. Nor faster, than he could enjoy. At least, so long as he manages to hold on, to my rump. He does not let go or lose his grip. While I knew it will happen, but I am not aware of exactly when I am peaking. I am just coming, over and over. I am trapped in the bubble of bliss. While it did take me an hour, but he holds on, for another hour; just to enjoy the ride. Could I blame him? In the end, he manages to pull out; just as he chose to, and push back to feel with both his feet onto the floor with a joyous squeak. He walks out and leave me to enjoy the moment. Introduction. I had obviously been permitted to have my climax, late last night. How long I had been left along and how many orgasms I had; I have no idea, and I certainly do not care. I had enjoyed it, for as long as it had lasted. As a matter of fact, I still feel the taste of the Strawberry he gave me. Since I don’t know what day it is, I will simply assume that it was yesterday and refer to it as if I knew it had been. Why bother, with what I don’t know and can’t confirm? I am however, feeling quite hot. The cushion is not under me, where it had been, last night. I have no idea, as to where it is. She will be back, soon enough. If and when spike tells her to return. It feels, as if I am a puddle on the floor. I melted, sometime last night. I grew too hot, for the rubber that is my body could contain its shape and coherence. I can not summon the strength, with which to regain myself, such as I had been. Maybe, I should not care? If what I feel is real, or if it is some kind of illusion or hallucination; I have no idea, it is just how I feel right now. I just do not dare question, how or what I am feeling. If I am not brave enough, or strong enough; to challenge my world, or the perceptions before my very eyes, then so be it. I clearly was coated with the rubber of the tubes Spike asked me to insert, and in that case I am now that rubber. I am hot, and rubber is melting when it grows hot. After everything I had been through, how could I possibly be the same; even if my physical body is still that, of the Pony who trotted into Princess Twilight Sparkle’s castle of Friendship? I do not know, I lost my bearings. If I had been lost, and a failure; as a Pony, then what am I now? I am no longer a Pony, in shape or spirit. Accepting the given meals, by the one named Spike should be no shame, at least it is keeping me alive and offering his companionship. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” is heard, as a new white Pony is trotting into the hall where what had been my room is. Since there is no Pony in the room, the door to my room is open; the silicone white pony opens the door and enters. She finds nothing but the puddle of white rubber melted on the floor. She had just passed the test and been permitted to enter the second, or inner hall. Had she known better, she would have recognized the white rubber on the floor. Maybe this is simply becuase she had not seen the interior of the other rooms? If she had, she would have recognized this room as special, in the white rubber on the floor. That silicone white rubber is me, the former Pony who used to live in this room. I am still here and lives in the room. As luck has it, she is stepping in the puddle of white rubber. For good or for ill; but she had placed her hooves on the floor in the room, touching me where I am lying. Somehow, I reach out, clinging to her and the form of her body. Had I forgotten who I was, and the shape of my very own body? In shock, I try as best as I can; to regroup and reform into the shape of the only Pony in the room. A shape is forming, and I am finally cooling down. I try not to scare the mare in the room, so I delay the regrouping in the hopes of her at least not seeing me take form. She would be freaked out enough, just by seeing me in her own shape. “Squeak, squeak!” the mare turns around, stepping out of the room that is still mine. She leaves the door open, as if in the hopes to recognize where she had already been. This room was not hers. I follow the sounds of the squeaks her hooves are leaving in her wake. By the sounds and the time I manage to guess well enough; when she is out of sight and I am out of mind. I quicken the pace and regroup completely within the span of a few minutes. I look around, finding no trace of having been in the room. Everything is left untouched, just the way it had been when I came. Aside from the missing cushion, of course. “Did I absorb the cushion in the overheated state I had been in, or did Spike remove it for me?” I ponder. “No point in sneaking; she will hear me the moment I take a single step, so I can as well trot out normally!” I ponder. “Besides, I can as well greet her, now!” I ponder. I follow the sound of the new mare’s squeaks, to the next room. If she is stopping in there long enough; I could face her there, without startling her too much. Or, at least; so I figure, hoping I am right. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” I hear the little noises from my hooves with each and every step I take. There is no avoiding it, and I know it. I do not try to sneak, but try to move as natural as I possibly can muster. While I move, she stops; worried and scared of what it could possibly be. “Oh, but of course; she has been alone in her room, on the other side of that door!” I realize; remembering my very own time, in the room on the other side of that door. I stop before the door, knocking. I try to make the sound as friendly as I possibly could manage. No need to come out as insistent, here. “Uh, who’s there?” she inquires. “Your friendly neighbour!” I offer, in a fairly normal voice. Or, at least I hope it is how it came out. It isn’t as if I had too many Ponies to speak to. I know she had been alone, save for the company of Spike. The door was never closed or locked; I could have stepped right in, but I prefer to come out as friendly. “Neigh-bour?” she inquires, with a hesitation to her voice. While her voice carries the same trace of rubber and squeak to it, as mine; it is clearly, and distinctly different from my voice. For that, I am grateful. At least, I have something separating me, from her. “Yes, I live in the room, next door! The room you just checked, and discarded!” I point out, explaining the situation. “You live in the room, with the white floor?” she inquires. “Yes, that is me!” I respond, now giggling. With just a little bit of a squeak, I push the door open and step into her room. “Hiya, Neigh-bour!” she responds, as I am stepping into the light of her room. “Hiya!” I respond, as I scan the room and notice how she had been coated by exactly the same rubber I had been coated with, “He offered you an Apple, a Carrot, and a bowl of water, for inserting the tubes?” she inquires, as the realization is hitting her squarely in the face. “You think; he picks the food, from the Royal Kitchen?” I suggest. “If she is coated with the same rubber, she inserted the same tubes!” I ponder, hesitating a moment, before I sniff the air. “Sniff, sniff” “Yes, she most certainly is just as wet as I was; when I moved in, in my room!” I ponder, giggling at myself. “On second thought, I think I need to check her out!” I ponder; as I trot up behind her and press my muzzle squarely on her mound. I part my lips, licking the petals of her orchid, one at the time. “Raspberry, definitely Raspberry!” I pronounce, before I return to lapping at her orchid. “Raspberry?” she responds, in sudden shock. “Yes, Raspberry!” I respond, then realizing she never enjoyed his Raspberry, quite yet. “Don’t let me spoil the fun, but I am sure you will enjoy it in but a few days!” I offer. “Are you talking of Spike?” she inquires. “Yes, but of course!” I respond. “That is incredible, it feels great!” she realizes, despite herself; “If only you could have asked, first; and I just may have accepted it!” she points out. “Sorry about that, I just got so excited; I got ahead of myself and forgot to ask!” I respond. “The Spike who offered you an Apple, a Carrot and a bowl of water? “Yes, that Spike! I thought he was a stallion, but something lets on that he is like no other Pony!” I point out. “No, he is indeed like no other Pony I ever met! No mere Stallion would offer me an Apple or a Carrot, right out of the Royal kitchen!” she offers. “By the way, call me Gem!” I offer, as a bit of an afterthought. “I prefer the name over any of the options before me, and I like her to have a name to call me by. If I offer her a name, she can call me by that and I am no longer a nameless, faceless Pony left and forgotten!” I ponder. “Thank you, Gem; call me Rarity!” she responds. “Okay; thank you, Rarity!” I respond. “Now, at least; I do have one friend, in this Rarity who lives next door. “Oh, and thank you; too, Gem!” she responds, with an innocent giggle. “At least, I am not alone, down here!” Rarity ponders. Of course, she may call herself a rarity, but she is not the Rarity of Ponyville. Not that I care; it is a name, I can call her by. Maybe she does not recall her original name, more than I do. I forgot the name; somewhere during the bliss Spike gave me and under the influence of the tasty treats he gave me during these excited bouts. I may not know my name, or who I was; but at least; I have a friend, and I know what I want. At least, as far as Spike permitted me to explore my desires. Into the Heat. At least, I am not alone here anymore; Gem is such a sweet and lovable friend, to me. While she is hiding something for me, but she believes it is for my good. I have no idea, exactly what it is; if I want to have it, or if I should have tried to escape it. Of course, escape is too late for me, far too late. Just as Spike serves Gem an Apple, a Carrot and a bowl of water; he serves me exactly the same treats. I love him for it. If it is because of, or despite the price I paid for the services; who knows, I have no idea at this point. Maybe, just maybe; that is because I do not know who I were, or what I was dreaming of before. Yet, I love what I am given. I had fallen asleep, on that cushion in the room. I had actually been given this squishy cushion I can sleep on. I do not need to lie prone on the cold floor, in order to sleep. I had fallen asleep, on my cushion; when I wake up, my hind hooves had fused to the floor on which they are still resting. I can’t pull either of them even an inch up, now. I am stuck. At least, it means that I can not fall off of my cushion, during the night. Maybe I should be grateful? “Good morning, my precious!” Spike exclaims, just as he opens the door and steps right into my room. On second thought, of course I had heard the squeaks from his steps. I had just ignored them. “Good morning, Spike!” I respond. “My precious little Rarity, I have something I think you would enjoy!” he points out, as he is offering me the Raspberry. “A Raspberry, that is a cue!” I ponder; “Thank you, Spike!” I respond, just as he is feeding me the delicious berry. Such a delicious irony, that he just happened to be called Spike; when it is indicating that he is spiking the treats, he was offering me. I would have to know, he had actually spiked the berries; for me to have a chance to know of the irony. I had not even been here; long enough to know, or even see a hint of it. “Since you are not going anywhere, for a few moments; maybe I could tease or taste you, just to see if the Raspberry is going through?” he points out, just as he is walking around me. “Don’t worry, I do not eat more meat, than you would!” Spike explains, in a teasing tone of voice. “Ooh!” I exclaim. Spike had just placed his lips on my mound, covering the petals of my orchid. I feel the tip of his tongue plunge deep into me; thrust with explosive force. I could not have stopped him, and now I can do nothing to prevent him from having his way with me. I could but hope I taste good. “Ooooh! Ooh, ooh!” I sigh, in reaction to sensations assaulting me from behind. I feel his tongue pulling back; just to renew his assault and teases me with his tongue. I feel the hot tongue sliding in and out, in and out. Fast and slow, fast and slow. If it is he, or I who is wet; but I had been wet from the moment I felt his lips on my mound. I know as much. Why, oh why; are my feelings betraying me? It is not just that I love the taste of the offered Raspberry, with a taste that lingers impossibly long in my mouth. It is, as if the very wetness in my mouth is laced with the taste of his Raspberry. As I grow wet, and hot; I find myself slowly melting into a puddle before him. He is making me orgasm by pure force. There is no stopping him, just as there is no resisting the emotions flooding my mind as he is assaulting me from behind with his tongue deep inside me. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” I hear from my hooves, as I am incapable of holding still enough to prevent it, as if I had cared enough or wanted to. I feel myself tighten up and contract around him, his tongue; as he keeps assaulting me with the delightful tongue of his. There is a contraction, and then another and another; before I feel the first actual orgasm hit home. I feel it hitting me, and hard; then there is another, and another. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster. “Squeak, squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear from the cushion under my belly. The delightful cushion is squishy, and growing more squishy by the moment as I am held steadfast on top of it. No escape, and no surrender. I feel the contractions of my orgasm, like a ticking clock or a bomb about to go off; as I feel hot and growing hotter. Steaming and soaking hot, it feels as if I am about to melt; like the perfect little rubber mare I had become, under the caring claws of the Dragon, I know as Spike. Under his loving care and attention, I had slipped in the tubes that turned me into a willing and eager rubber Pony; ready to do as he commands, just for the tasty treats he is offering me. One single Cherry, Raspberry or Strawberry; for each bout he is taking out on me, making me melt under his attention. I am not joking, or making an expression here; I am actually physically melting, as if I had actually been a rubber Figurine standing too near the furnace, on a cold and lonely night. I am drawn to Spike, like a Moth to the bright, hot flame. There is no escaping it, and I do not even wish to escape him. I never really wanted to escape, even before I knew who he was; just as I will not wish to escape him, when I have learned the truth. Of course, by then; it will be too late, too late by far. I am already addicted to his caresses and the influences of the berries of his treats. While Spike is holding on to my rump with his hands, the cushion is caressing my belly, with each and every tiny little motion I have been pushed into performing. I feel Spike’s claws digging into the rubber skin of my behind; while his tongue is ravaging me to his heart’s content. I can’t complain, when I am enjoying what he is giving me. It is not, that I am obligated to give him anything and everything he points his claw at. I give freely, even if he never really had asked anything of me. Short of slipping the tubes in, of course. I had eagerly followed the instructions, for the meals he is serving me; even before I knew the consequences on my body and person. I am hot; because Spike desires me, but now I am starting to feel hot. It is not so much that the room is warming up, or in the effort of standing before him. Yet, I feel as if I am growing hot; to the point, where I am physically melting. It is, what it means to be made out of rubber. Had I ever tried any of the berries he is offering me, straight up, and not had sex with him; maybe I would have known if this is part of it. If I had cared; but I am hot, enjoying the attention I feel from Spike behind me. Somewhere along the line, I peak; but there is still no climax, in sight. It is; as if I can’t climax with, Spike in the room. He is helping me, permitting me; to actually enjoy sex, to the fullest.
Prologue: Entry Fee. I had entered the castle, in search of a book. Curious; I had taken a wrong turn, in search of the archive supposedly located in the basement. Of course the library is in the open, official part of the castle; as opposed to Princess Twilight Sparkle’s Royal chambers. I would never have dreamt, of entering these. Everything is purple crystal, aside from the decorations scattered all over the castle. A large, largely empty and abandoned castle is easy to get lost in. For one who has no experience and did not know the layout, that is particularly threatening. I had opened a large, heavy, steel gray door and entered the room. On the right; I find seven unlocked doors, to empty rooms in the size of large closets. Maybe that had been expected, for a castle? On the left, I can see a locked door. All the doors in the wing are identical to the one I had just stepped through. There had been a heavy, resounding metallic noise, when the door closed behind me. Had it been pushed; or is it natural, for the door to close on its own? No point, in screaming; I will just get hoarse and lose my voice, for no good reason; when no pony hears me, or comes to my rescue. No pony knows I am here, so why expect any pony to hear me now? The door behind me is closed and does not open, the door before me is equally closed and will not open for me. I am trapped. I end up, sneaking into the first of the doors to one of these large closets. I leave the door half open, fearing it will just close me up even further. I may or may not suffer from claustrophobia, but why chance it? It isn’t as if the air is damp enough, as it is. The closet could not support me with enough air, I just know it. I end up, falling asleep in the room. Lying on the cold crystal for my only support. < --- --- --- > As I wake up, untold hours later; the room is dark. There is a sense; that some pony had been in the room, I had chosen for myself. If only this had been a pony? On second thought; I do feel the tightness of a mate, black rubber collar around my neck. While I can not see it, it does have a fist size Amethyst; in the place of the element, in the necklaces the ponies led by Princess Twilight Sparkle. However, I can feel the large gem; if I put up my hoof in a vein attempt, to pull the necklace off of my neck. I had already probed it, in the hopes of taking it of or finding out what it is and what its purpose may be. For as long as I am alone, the gem is perfectly inert and inactive. It is merely glowing meekly, giving me a sliver of light and hope in the otherwise compact darkness of the underground, in which I had found myself. While the gem is still dead cold, the rubber is warm to the touch; almost as if it had been alive, or cursed. I can probe and feel the stiff and slippery rubber of the collar around my neck; yet, I can barely even touch it. “What have I done? What did I do, in order to deserve this?” I ponder. A moment later, I see a thick, white sheet of engraved paper side in over the floor. It is slipping in between the door over the threshold. As I look closer, the engraved text is glowing in a deep, dark and menacing purple. “Incert me into your anal cavity, and I will grant you a large, red and juicy apple!” the text reads. I read the text, once, twice, thrice and find a clear rubber tube. The tube is clearly intended for anal insertion. Do I dare taking the chance and follow the instruction; or do I ignore the instruction in the hopes nothing bad comes to me? Of course; the promise of an apple, is particularly enticing right now. I end up, accepting the tube and stand up. “Here goes nothing! What do I have to lose?” I ponder, as I push in the tube and feel it slide in eagerly. Maybe just a bit too eagerly. There is a distinct pinch; as the tube plops and rivet itself into my rear orifice. “Ouch!” I exclaim. “Who ever slipped in the paper, will know I inserted the tube!” I mutter. A moment later, the sensation of the tube is subsiding; replaced by the sensation of a crystal clear rubber membrane sliding in, into the anal cavity and covering me from the inside and all the way out. If I could have seen the rubber, it is clearly glistering even in this weak light in the room. It is highly elastic, yet immensely stiff. “To insert a three inch long rubber tube, is in and of itself not a real sacrifice; yet now it had proven to be more costly, than I could have imagined!” I ponder. Since I had accepted the offer and inserted the tube, I push out the engraved paper empty. Expecting some kind of a response. There is a moment of pause, nothing happens and it is completely quiet and still; then a stainless steel bowl such as one would feed a pet in slide in, containing the promised apple. The apple is just as large, red and juicy as I had been promised. I lick my lips in anticipation; half by half expecting the apple to disappear or prove to be spoiled in some way I could not foresee or fathom. I pick up the apple, take the first bite and chew; this is indeed the promised apple and it is delicious. At first, I had been prepared to just swallow the apple, expecting it to disappear; then I changed my mind, enjoying the treasure, for as long as I am able. I just could not make myself scoff it down, in haste. Once I had finished the meal, as embarrassing as it may have been, to be served in a pet’s bowl; I had enjoyed it, then pushed the empty bowl out of the room. It is quiet. Nothing happens for what seems an eternity. A new sheet of paper slips into the room, with a new tube on it. “Beggars can’t be choosers!” I ponder. “Incert me, into your vagina; and I will grant you a supremely large, orange and tasty carrot!” the engraving promises. “At least no pony sees me, right now!” I mumble, as I accept the offer. Slipping the tube into my vagina is exceedingly simple; since it eagerly slips in, as if lubricated. There is a distinct pinch; as the tube plops and riveting itself into place, in me. Just as expected, once the tube had plopped, I clearly feel the distinct sensation of the membrane spreading out from the petals of my orchid. I feel how it is coating the entire mound, just as it coats the petals of my orchid; then it spreads inwards and coats me from the inside and out. My entire womb is now effectively coated in the crystal clear rubber. I feel it press out against me, just as I feel myself contract around it. In the process, I am effectively fusing with the rubber. What the consequences of this may be, I have no idea and do not even dare considering it. Just as I had pushed the sheet back out, the bowl returns with the large carrot I had been promised. I pick it up and examine it. This does indeed look exactly like the carrot I had been promised. Quietly, I enjoy my prized treasure; chewing it slowly. Why bother to hurry? I have but this one delicious carrot. Who knows if and what I can eat later? “I am a Pony, not a Dog!” I ponder, in reaction to the notion of eating any faster. I have nowhere to go, and exactly nothing to do. I know I can’t open the door out. Of course, I could not open any door; leading anywhere but to the wardrobes just like the one, in which I sit and eat right now. While I would have appreciated company, but right now I am grateful for the solitude and privacy. No pony can see me in my current situation. I do not appreciate eating out of a pet’s bowl, locked inside a small room. Well, at least this is my room. Isn’t it? In the end, I finish the carrot I had been given; pushing the bowl out of the room, signifying I had enjoyed the meal. The bowl disappears, replaced by the third sheet of paper and a new tube. “Insert me, and you will have a large bowl of fresh, cool water!” the message reads. “If I have already accepted the previous three offers, why not accept this one too?” I ponder. I pick up the muzzle tube and insert it into my mouth; only to feel the distinct pinch as it plops, when it is riveting itself firmly into place. Once the pinch is subsiding, the clear rubber is spreading out over my muzzle and lips, aside from into my mouth and coating my tongue, before continuing down my throat. I can only feel the sensation of the rubber so far, before it is blurring out into vague imagination. I push the sheet of paper out, and is rewarded with the large bowl of water I had been promised. I accept the water, finding it just as refreshing as I had imagined the promise had implied. While I drink, I feel how the water is flowing into my mouth and down my throat. I feel the water and taste it as if I had never inserted the tube in the first place. Save for the detail of how the water never really does touch me, on its way down my throat. Only once I had drunk my fill of the water, did I notice how clear rubber is coating my entire form. I had been busy, drinking; distracted, by the joy of fresh water and food. Now I can see and feel the consequences of what I had accepted. The room is empty, save for the one small mare in the corner of the first wardrobe. I had been fed and watered. In surprise; I notice a second and third meal coming my way. I just had to wait for eight hours. “Why had I not even tried to escape, before?" I ponder. Some pony had fed and watered me, I should have managed to escape, while the door had been opened. While distracted, I had failed to notice it; the gem in my collar had been glowing, but only while the visitor had been in proximity. The visitor is a Dragon by the name of Spike. I do not know him or even of him. I doubt I even heard his name. After my third meal, I had fallen asleep; in a curious and rather restless slumber. At least; I had been asleep and would find myself rested, once I wake up tomorrow. < --- --- --- > I find myself lying on the floor, but at least I am rested. I recall, I had been given food, the other day. I had been fed, like a pet. On second thought, something had changed. My hooves had been polished. I can see it because they glister in the sparse light. I can also feel it, in the increased hardness to the surface of my hooves. Though I still feel the floor under-hoof, as I trot around on the floor. There is a bowl before me, a carrot and an apple are waiting for me. I eat and chew content. There is water, and I drink my fill. I leave the bowls where I found them, pushing the door to my home. The door slides up, quietly and in complete content. I step out, into the room outside and scan the environment. At first, nothing had changed. How unexpected? On second thought, one door is open, the one opposite the one I had entered. In curiosity, I approach the door and slip in. Quietly. I do not make a sound. Why? Why bother? Of course, I do not wish to call the attention towards me or my person. Not now, not before and particularly not as I am entering this room. Behind the door, the hall is just purple crystal, just as in the one I had just left behind me. I am giving up the only home I know. Everything I have. Of course, everything is purple crystal in the castle. Everything, except the doors in this wing. Just after I had passed the threshold, the door is slamming shut behind me. The sound is exactly the same as it had been the day before. It is a silver gray, stainless steel door against the same purple crystal. What to be expected; the sound is identical. I examine the small rooms behind the doors in the new hall. The rooms are all identical. It is, as if I had never left the previous hall. Although, this hall is much longer. On second thought, these rooms come with a cushion crafted out of clear rubber. Possibly the same rubber, as the tubes I inserted the other day were crafted out of. Do I dare to touch it? What if I am stuck on the cushion? What else, could the cushion possibly do to or with me? In the end, I choose to move into the first room of the hall. They are all identical. There is a second room, where the door is locked. The hall is indeed identical to the one I came from.
A Moving in Party; my new Home. I own nothing, but myself; or, that is what I imagine as I move in. “Curious looking cushion!” I point out, as I examine, what is to be my bed; for as long as I will live in this small room. I poke the cushion with my right fore hoof. I feel the squishy rubber under my hoof, bot nothing happens. I do not find myself stuck, on a sticky mass of clear rubber; as I had initially imagined, could have been the case. As a matter of fact, the cushion is smooth to the point of being slippery; feeling almost as if it had been lubricated, for sexual fantasies. Maybe that image had not been quite as far from the truth, as I wish had been the case. “If it is not sticky, or traps me; maybe I can rest on it, at least for a few hours?” I ponder, as I mount the clear mass of rubber. “I guess, you will just have to be my bed!” I inform the cushion before me. Naturally, the clear rubber does not react. It makes no reaction of any kind, not even a squeak. I do not mind. At least, this would be a better resting place, than the cool purple crystal I had been sleeping on, the other night. If it is not the Royal bed, Twilight Sparkle is sleeping on; who am I to complain? At least, it will be softer on my hide, to rest upon this. Only once I had mounted my new bed, do I notice the change made to this room. The walls are coated with an inch thick rubber membrane, similar to what the tubes were crafted out of. The same, crystal clear rubber the bed is made out of. Everything in my room, is coated with the same rubber. Or, so it would seem. Should I complain? If so, to whom? The rubber had been cold to the touch, when I had entered the room; now I feel it is warming up, under my touch. The room itself is not growing warmer than it had been prior to my entrance, yet the rubber and every item in the room is adapting to my body heat. As the cushion is warming up, I can clearly hear the distinctive squeaks from it as I move. Curious, but unavoidable. As the cushion is adjusting to the heat of my body, I feel the surface changing to make it more comfortable to lay upon as well. Moment by moment, the shape of my cushion is taking on the exact form of my belly. “I guess I could lie rather comfortably, and safely on this cushion!” I ponder, as the realization is sinking in. What magic is making me enjoy the cushion, making it feel good to lie on it? I do not even know magic is involved, even if it may be obvious that it is making the cushion into what it is. If I am not looking directly at the door to my room, but I am not looking away, either. The door is actually facing my right flank; quite convenient, I guess. For everything I know, I am alone down here; there is nothing and no pony to worry about. Exactly, no pony. My only worry, is where the food came from, and the price asked for the first meal. “Why were I asked; to insert these tubes, in the first place?” I ponder. While I do no longer feel the invasive, clear rubber inside; it was quite the eye-opener, when it slipped into me and coated me with its clear membrane. Could I extract these tubes now? I have not been instructed anything, further; since the instructions, inserting these tubes a few days prior. I have not considered it, and feel no urge to attempt the extraction. So long as I have nothing better to do, but I still have been fed each day. On second thought, I do feel a bit wet and this is slowly mounting towards something I have not dared to consider or contemplate. I dismount the cushion, when the food is presented, in order to enjoy the meal. I do enjoy a short stroll in the hall outside; just to exercise as much as I care for. I return to the cushion, once more; after I had had my little exercise. Of course; I have no idea, as to how long I have been down here. All I have to go by, is the three meals before I go to sleep. “I wake up, am served a meal and dismount the cushion to enjoy my breakfast. I exercise and mount the cushion, before I am served a new meal. I dismount the cushion and enjoy my lunch. I may take a stroll before I mount the cushion, or not. I am served a third meal and dismount the cushion to enjoy my dinner. After dinner; I have time for a stroll, before I mount the cushion and falls asleep. I do sleep quite comfortably, on my cushion!” I ponder, when I summarize the day I have just had. With other words, nothing happens. Exactly nothing. While I am growing wet, I am sadly also growing bored and frustrated about my situation.
A new Day. It is dark, as I wake up. I hear noises and squeaks from outside. “My gem is glowing!” I ponder; as I realize something is changing, in my life. I had failed to notice the glow of the Amethyst, up until now. Mainly due to the fact that it only glows, when he is in the room and I sleep when he is in the room. Of course, even if it is dark, the glow is still faint. “Squeaks, the floor is coated with rubber; so I guess this means, some pony is finally coming after me!” I ponder. Naturally, it is no pony; it is a dragon, coming to finally claim his prize and examine the mare in my room. That mare, is me. “This Pegasus stallion is wearing a very odd suit!” I ponder, as I see the form, entering my home. “Let’s see, what do we have here!” Spike exclaims, as he is watching me from the side where I lie. I remain relaxed and comfortable, on the cushion upon which I lie. “Good little mare; let me examine and explore you, before we have some fun!” Spike explains. “He does not know my name!” I ponder, casting a glance towards my rubber-coated right flank. In chock, I realize that my flank is bare; coated by the rubber, and thus hiding who I am. “Of course, first you need a name and an identity!” Spike declares, as he is producing what appears to be a sheet of paper with what looks like a mark on it. Spike slaps the mark onto my flank. I see the paper glow and crumble; before I realize exactly what he is doing, as the new mark is finally revealed on my flank. It is a Ruby in the shape of a crystalline heart. Just that there is the number one floating over the crystal heart. “What is that, and what did you just do to me?” I inquire, in sudden and immediate alarm. “As I just said, you did need an identity! Let us hope, you prove worthy of your new identity!” he points out. Of course; now my rubbery coat of fur is a clear and unblemished silicon white, upon which my new mark does fit perfectly. “Do you want to be a Rarity, or would you prefer to be nothing?” he inquires. “In that case, I think I prefer to be the Rarity!” I respond. "Why do I feel the scent of excitement, on the air; from your direction, my Rarity?" he inquires. "I have no idea, but I guess I do feel just a little bit wet!" I respond. “I just have to check, if you do not mind!” he points out; stepping in behind me, before I had the time to protest, or even respond. “I, I do not know!” I squeak, as response. I feel him placing his left hand on my rump, before he is placing the tip of his claw on my mound and sliding it ever inwards. “Oh, oh!” I exclaim, realizing just how wet I am and the reason behind it. “Is that why I am so wet? I had no idea! That feels so good!” I ponder. “I guess you have been enjoying your carrots, lately?” he inquire, confirming the point. “Yes, I certainly have been enjoying the carrots!” I respond; “They were delicious!” I ponder. “I can see that, you inserted the tubes I offered you!” he points out, explaining the deal. “Yes, I did!” I merely respond, giggling at the realization hitting home. “Exactly!” he points out; “That is exactly why you are wet, and excitable like this!” he continues; hammering in the point, by a teasing stroke of his claw over the petals of my orchid. “Ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, reacting on his intended stimulation. “You are incapable of resisting this!” he explains, stroking the petals for a moment. “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, in response. “Have a cherry!” he responds, tossing me the treat. “Thank you!” I respond, snapping the red delicacy. If only I had known it beforehoof, but this cherry had been spiked. “I wanted you to relish this moment, remember it with fondness; so I offered you the cherry!” he explains. “I love the sweet cherry, even if I can’t recall ever having one before!” I respond. “Then your memory will be untainted; connected to the cherry!” he points out, teasing me more. I feel him, as he is teasing me towards the excitement I am incapable of resisting, finding the first precursor contraction before the actual orgasms hits me. I feel a shiver and know exactly what happens. I had an orgasm. He continues, licking his lips. “There, I knew you would enjoy this!” he points out. “I did not!” I respond, truthfully; “But now I do!” I add. “I want you, to enjoy this; for all it is worth, so I make certain you will!” he promises. “Since you did not mind, I will have a small sample of your excitement!” he points out. He steps forwards, licking me right under the tail. In chock, I realize I am wet. Not just my orchid. “Delicious!” he exclaims. “Now I will give you the plug!” he explains, just before I feel the tip of the soaking wet, deliciously slippery head. It does not take him any attempts, the head of the plug eagerly slide in as if on its own accord. I feel it plop and riveting in my rear orifice and filling up my anal cavity perfectly. It is, as if it had been molded for me. Which it just may have been. “Oow!” I exclaim, as the plug is riveting firmly inside. “Sorry, but you will see the point soon enough!” he merely offers, as explanation. “I will?” I inquire. “Trust me, you will; but you will learn that, when you get there!” he adds. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, with each progressive orgasms hitting me; harder and faster, with each time it takes me. “That is the spirit!” he offers, enjoying my little whimpering cries of ecstasy. “Of course, you can only come down from there; when I say so, when it suits me!” he promises, as if it had been a blessing explaining my situation. Though I am already too excited, far too excited; to care now. After about an hour of solid teasing, on his part; I am peaking, yet still coming over and over. “An exercise, of love! I hope you will appreciate it, for all it is worth!” he concludes. Just for good measure, he does tease me; for just a few more minutes, but that may be more for his joy. < --- --- --- > . The taste of his cherry, persistently coating the inside of my mouth; for the entire duration of the exercise. I experience the sweetness of the cherry, relishing the moment as if it was just an instant in time. He had stepped out from behind me and waled out of my home, my room and closed the door behind himself. I had not cared, or even noticed it. Maybe I am just too excited, to care what happened in the room. I do not even hear the squeaking noises of his steps, before or even after he opens the door and enters the room, once more. Why? Why bother? I am busy. “Let me give you a small reminder!” he points out, just as he is stepping in behind me. “If you do not mind!” he continues, just before he is slipping his face in under my tail. I feel his tongue, as he is lapping at my rear orifice, and the space where he inserted that anal plug; preventing me from reaching my climax, leaving me utterly and totally incapable of climax. I feel the tip of his tongue, as it is slipping over my flesh. Just that I can’t quite determine, if it is the plug or my actual flesh he is licking. “Uh, huh!” I ponder; as I know exactly what it is, he is hammering in with this act. After a minute, or if it is a few minutes; he is pulling back. I feel his claws pinching me. He is grabbing a firm grip around what feels as if it is the flesh just around my rear orifice. He makes the point, as he is pulling back and I feel my flesh stretching well beyond expected limitations. It feels, as if I had indeed been made out of highly elastic rubber; not a pony of flesh and blood, such as I clearly recall I had been born to be. Since I am a hoarse little horse; or rather pony, I am not speaking, just sighing with the last few orgasms permitted. Once he finally decides to release me; he slips in his claws and pulls the plug out. I find the climax a mere moment later. “There, that seems to have made the trick! Come down and enjoy your breakfast, once you gathered your wits and strength enough to slide down!” he instructs me. Of course, the bowl is containing the apple and carrot. I have my water, waiting for me; fresh and cool, just the way he knows I like it. He steps out and closes the door behind himself. I moan and whimper, short of breath and strained to my limits. I just remain limp as I draw in breath for all I am worth. In the end, I manage to slip down and enjoy the breakfast offered. I just am not quite as enthusiastic about it. After a long night of excitement, who could possibly blame me? I am utterly spent after the efforts I had endured.
The Day After. Strangely enough, I am not sore; from the day before, with all the fun and excitement he provided me with. Maybe I never truly had a real orgasm before, but this much should have left me dry and soar down there. Not only am I not sore or in pain; I am wet and excitable as ever. As a matter of fact, I am soaring on the winds of the day before. “Will he be back today?” I ponder. At least, my breakfast is served; the apple, the carrot and even the water had been slipped into my room. After a night’s sleep, I am enjoying my breakfast contently. After the day before, I am enjoying the day, happily. Why shouldn’t I? I should have been indignant, by the manner in which my breakfast is being served. I should be, but I just can’t bring myself to bother being upset, right now. Maybe it is in the effect of the afterglow, from all the fun and excitement I had just been served the other day? Or; does it have anything to do with that cherry, he gave me? I have no idea; and I am not about to start asking these questions, right now. Asking questions, usually just brought me into a bad mood. I do not want to be, in a bad mood now; or ever, for that matter. I like how it feels right now, and how I feel. I enjoy to be wet and wild, even if I never had the chance to explore it; at least, not anywhere near this extent. Besides, I used to be sore and in pain; the day after these bouts. “Sniff, sniff!” “Is that the excitement, he sensed?” I ponder, based on the strange and alluring scent I pick up. Of course, I am wet; I have sensed the scent of that before, but it never felt quite like this. Could it have anything to do with these tubes, he asked me to insert? He asked me to insert them; because he knew what it would do to me, and how it would make me feel. At least, I imagine he knew it. “If only I could reach, down there?” I ponder. I just giggle at the mere thought. “I never was the contortionist, I suck at anything that has to do with agility!” I ponder; knowing it all too well, through a few too many failures in my past. Distracted, I chew slower than I use to. I know it, but can do nothing about it. I am definitely wet and there is a distinct scent of excitement on the air, I just can’t shake. As if I wanted to shake it? It is my excitement, there is no escaping it. I end up swallowing the last of the water from my pet’s bowl. Once the meal is had, I look around for a moment, before I push up the door. There is nothing out there, but space; just as there is no pony, out there. “Empty, and he is gone!” I ponder; as I realize the stallion who served me is nowhere to be found. I move from door to door, sniffing for a moment; before I move on to the next door, sniffing again and again. No pony to be seen. Only now, each of these doors had apparently been locked. I am denied access, to whatever is behind these doors. I choose to assume there is nothing, and that each of these rooms are empty and abandoned. Just as they were, when I came here on the first day as I was completely lost and thus abandoned. Abandoned by every pony and everything. “At least, I have him; he serves me three meals, each and every day!” I ponder. The distance between each door, to the next is merely eight feet; not very much, but these are little more than wardrobes. The rooms barely contain a single petite mare inside. Door by door, I continue down the entire length of the hall. There is nothing, but an empty hall; lined by doors, locked and uninteresting. I stop, as I reach the end of the hall. “Nothing!” I ponder. “There is nothing and I am in need of distraction!” I realize. “Maybe, just maybe!” I continue, turning around and trot down the entire length of the hall in a single uninterrupted go. “No!” I exclaim; as I turn around, before I gallop all the way down the hall once more. My mouth is slippery; just as it had been the entire day before. “Slippery, like..” I ponder, never to finish the train of thought. I had reached the end of the hall and stop, abruptly. Or, I would have galloped straight into the closed steel door before me. “There is always a stainless steel door at the end of the hall!” I ponder, as I turn around. Where did all this energy come from? But, I had just had a full night’s sleep and a delicious breakfast. Strange; I can’t recall, enjoying a breakfast before. Most certainly, not like this. Once I had managed to stop, and turn around; I gallop down the hall, all the way down to the other door. There is always a door, at the end; I can not shake it, and I can not escape it. Of course, at least this hall is along enough for an actual gallop. "A hall long enough for a gallop; indoors, and downstairs?” I ponder. “Where in all of Equestria, am I?” I exclaim. “Unless, of course; I had been moved, during the night as I was sleeping?” I ponder. I end up; doing the most stupid, and the most foolhardy I can recall I had ever done. I do not stop, and I do not slow down; I reach up for the door and brace myself for the impact, continuing up and around in a very daring stunt. Strangely enough, it actually works; I find myself galloping back along the hall. Even if I am in fact upside down and under the ceiling. “Now, that is odd!” I ponder. Once the realization is sinking in, I know I can’t stop now; I continue and repeat the trick in order to find myself on the floor. I do not stop, until I had reached the middle of the hall. In part, due to galloping so fast; scared of falling down from the ceiling. I had found the experience a bit more exhilarating; than I had dared to hope for, and a bit more than I could possibly have been prepared for. “Am I still in Ponyville, or is this one of these strange nightmares I have been hearing of?” I ponder. I end up, trotting back to the door to my room. I slip in and lay down on the cushion once I had mounted it. “Or, him!” I ponder, just for the heck of it. “Now, how could that possibly feel?” I ponder. I had had my excitement for the day, content in lying prone on my cushion and hear it squeak under the weight of my body. Maybe I would dare, to exercise in the hall again, but I can wait. I hear the door open and he slips into the room. “If you have had your excitement?” he puts forth. “Yes!” I breathe. “Good! Because I have a trick or two, I will teach you!” he points out. He helps me, spreading my legs to his liking. Now, if you press down your right hind hoof; firmly!” he points out, instructing me. I follow his instruction, as best I can. Maybe I overdo it, I do not know. “Now, your left hind hoof!” he continues, and I do as he is telling me. He steps out before me and presents me with my apple. “I hope it is juicy!” he merely suggests, and I chew. As I finish, he is presenting me with the carrot. “Chew!” he suggests and I follow the suggested instruction. “Could you wiggle for me?” he inquires, and I do my best to please him. “Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear the cushion, under my belly. “Excellent, just excellent!” he exclaims; You did well, you did not fall off of your cushion!” he continues. “No, why would I do that?” I inquire. “Because you lost your ballance?” he is teasing me. He walks around me and bends over, examining my hooves still firmly pressed down onto the floor, where he had instructed me to. Once he had confirmed, what he was looking for; he raises to his feet and walk back to me, now presenting me with the water. I enjoy finishing my meal, even when he is looking. Maybe, I should not have? Without a word, he picks up the bowls in a neat stack and walk out of my room; barely affording me the effort of kicking the door close behind himself, as he leaves. “Oh!” I exclaim, heard by exactly none. First now, I realize what it is he had instructed me to do. My hooves do not leave the floor, no matter how much I strain myself to pull either of them free from the floor under me. I am rewarded, with a new set of squeaks, for each failed attempt to pull free, while the hoof remains firmly in place. As if I had done exactly nothing. I could scream in frustration, but what is the use? He will not hear me, and I will be hoarse all over again. For no good reason. If he by any chance did hear me, what good would that do me? Will he even bother serving me my last meal of the day? I shudder. “What if he abandons me?” I ponder. Several hours later, there is the sound of squeaks as he is walking down the hall. He opens the door and presents me with my meal; the apple, the carrot and the water. I chew and swallow. I do not wish to disappoint him. Besides, I am hungry. He carries the bowls out, just as he had done before and I am once more alone., Nothing to do. I could wiggle and listen to the squeaks. I could try to pull my hooves free, but to no avail. Or, I could scream until I grow hoarse, but why bother? I would much rather picture him coming back to me. Him feeding me. Or, if he chose to release me and my hooves from the floor. In the end, I fall asleep, only to be caught by a strange dream. I am caught up, in strange dreams, all night.
Eaten, and Doped. I am woken up, from one particular dream; by something wet slithering all over the petals of my orchid. Of course; my hooves are still stuck in place and I lie on the cushion where he had left me the day before. Assuming is the day after that, now. I have no idea; and nothing to hold on to, here. “Oh, oh!” I sigh, as his tongue is playing over the slippery and soaking wet petals of my orchid. I could not help myself, I am in his grip; helpless and incapable of doing anything about my situation. “Oooh!” I exclaim, just as I feel the tip of his tongue plunge right into me. “You are awake; excellent, just excellent!” he exclaims, in response. I lick my lips, only to find them wet. Soaking wet. Though I can’t quite master, to articulate a single word. Of course, he has my complete and undivided attention now; the dream washed away, forgotten as if it had never happened. Of course, it was just a wayward dream; it never really happened, other than in my head. He pulls his tongue out, and pulls back. “You deserve a reward!” he offers. He walks around me and produces a Raspberry. The juicy berry slips into my mouth effortlessly. I cherish the flavours of the treat. Naturally, the Raspberry had been spiked. Just as the cherry had been spiked. “I want you to enjoy it, to the fullest!” he points out. “For that, I will need to plug you up; so that no excitement, or pleasure could slip out of you and escape!” he concludes. “Of course, he just had to plug me up!” I ponder. "This plug is definitely larger than the one he used the other day!” I realize. I feel the slippery and soaking wet head of the plug. The plug soon slips in effortlessly; as if it had been sinking in quicksand, or like a stone thrown into the lake. There is a distinct pinch, as the plug plop and riveting itself into my anal cavity. Though the sensation soon subsides to the point I forget it entirely. “Ooow!” I exclaim, but too late. “You are such a gem, my little Rarity!” he proclaims, proudly. “That is the stallion, I love!” I ponder, though I have no idea who he is or even his name. “While we are at it!” he points out. I feel the tip of his tongue, as he is licking the plug and an inch out. I just can’t say if he is licking me, or the plug. His tongue slowly moves around the plug, then up to my mound and up to the top; where my orchid is. He adds more effort and laps away at the petals of my orchid for several minutes, “Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, feeling myself growing excited. Though I soon realize; that the wetness in my mouth grows thicker, after a minute of his attention. Now he places the tip of a claw on top of the plug and push, feeling the claw slide right in. From there, he pinches and grabs a firm grip of the rim. “Don’t do it, don’t do it; but I know you are going to do that, anyway!” I ponder, as I feel him pull and stretch me an inch or two. As he is stretching out my flesh on one side, his other claw ends up sliding in and giving him a grip on the other side. From there, he does stretch me out several inches; just for the fun of it or if it is, just to let me feel and experience how it feels. I can’t complain or voice the complaints now; if I don’t like it or if it is uncomfortable, makes no real difference. This is simply something, I will have to get used to. He certainly enjoys the tease more than I had been expecting. “Well, at least it is not painful; it is a curious sensation, I guess he is going to force me to get used to and even enjoy!” I soon realize. “Delicious!” he exclaims; as he gives me a few more tentative tugs, just for good measure. I feel his tongue, as he returns his focus to the plot of his story. He is clearly enjoying me and my taste; as he is lapping at the petals of my orchid. More and more; he is giving each and every individual petal its due, applying his attention towards teasing me in the process of enjoying the slippery sensation. “Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!! I exclaim, as he is pushing the agenda forwards, towards lapping away at me once more. “Now, that is what I was hoping for! This, I can certainly enjoy!” I ponder, as he continues lapping away. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim; as the tip of his tongue plunges into me once more, just to drive home the point, as he pushes deep into me. With the one act, he is ripping my train of thought right in two; shattering my focus. Then, he returns to giving his undivided attention to each petal in turn. Teasing me, by moving the tip of his tongue all over the individual petal. I feel my petals growing stiff and rubbery erect as he is caressing them with the tip of his coarse tongue. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, as he is plunging the tip of the tongue deep into me, once more. Each time, he pushes deeper inside me. Teasing the inside of me with the touch and caressing focus; just to push me further and further off of focus. There is a contraction, just before the first orgasms and my eyes are glazing over. I am no longer aware of the room or anything in it. Only spike holding on to me and lapping away at me. One orgasm after the other; harder and faster each consecutive time. Everything is a blur. I do not see and I do not think. Only react to what spike is doing behind me, where I can’t see him. I instinctively know he is enjoying this, what he is doing to and with me right now. Could I possibly blame him? While I had little perspective of time before, he utterly chattered it with his attention. With the first orgasm, time is not existing in my little bubble of existence. From the orgasm, and I am peaked may have taken an hour, while it is an entire eternity in my perception. I appreciate each and every little move on his part. How could I not? After all he was doing for me, and everything I am feeling right now. I am in a bubble, where time no longer existence; a single perfectly beautiful instant. Of course, Spike could not help himself; but climbing up on me, grabbing my rear orifice once more. While I am no longer aware of him, he is teasing and stretching the outer rim of my anal entrance to the limit of his content imagination. Just for the fun of it? He ends up, slipping down, walking out and closing the door behind himself. He leaves me alone, in this bubble of perfection; where I can enjoy the bliss, he created for me and me alone. Maybe he will repeat the act; for me or for another mare? Who knows, and who cares? I am satisfied and content. Right here, and right now. There is no earlier, no later; just this one instant of the eternal now. One perfect instant. < --- --- --- > . The room had been dark, but I had not cared. I can’t say that is had been cold or dry. I am still soaking wet. I still am trapped within that one instant of the final orgasm. Of course; I am also high, after chewing on the Raspberry he gave me. I still do feel the taste of it. It is, as if it had still been in my mouth. To me, the Raspberry is still there. Just as it had been, when I accepted it. There is a set of consecutive squeaky steps from the hall outside. I do not hear them; since I am consumed by the instant. I am still having the orgasms he gave me. How long I had been here, I have no idea; it has no meaning and is of no consequence to me. The door goes up and Spike steps into the room. While I do feel him under my tail, I pay no mind to what he is doing. Of course, he is breaking what ever seal made it impossible for him to extract the anal plug keeping me peaked. After a moment of teasing and consideration; he grabs the plug, then promptly pulls it out. I feel the plug slip out; as if it had been a part of me. The melted, semi liquid rubber stretching out and finally breaking of from me. I feel his grip and I feel myself stretching out into what could as well have been an eternity. There is a resounding, wet plop; as the plug finally does part with me and is losing it’s grip inside me, losing its grip of me and the effect it was having on me. The bubble bursts and the climax hits me like a ton of bricks from the roof of a very tall sky-scraper. As the climax had occurred, I am no longer having orgasms. I am no longer excited and thus can no longer be pushed to stay in any kind of waken state. I fall into a strange void slumber and my day is at an end. In the dream that pursues my mind, afterwards is still affected by the Raspberry and what had been done to me. In the dream, I am mounted and Spike is pleasing me. I just never sees his face. He does never reveal himself or his true identity. Would his identity change anything, for me? I will never know. Not until I learn of his secret, and who he is. If it will ever happen.
The Day After, Relaxed Cooling Down. I feel hot. I am on the top of the world. Strangely enough, I am more relaxed than I could possibly remember I had ever been. While I am hot, the room is still cool. My rear hooves are stuck on the floor behind me, but I can’t for the life of me figure out how or why. Then again, why bother? I am still hot. “I like being hot!” I ponder. If only I had known, just how good it feels to be hot. It isn’t the hot from a gazing sun or too hot a bath. His face is hovering before my inner vision in the position of my gaze. His smile is grazing my mood and brings me happy tears. While I can never lift my hind hooves; I can wriggle and squirm to my heart’s content. As I move; I hear his voice in each of the consequent squeak caused by the cushion under my belly. While I may, or may not know why; he is the stallion of my life, even if he is not quite a stallion by birth. A detail escaping me, in the position in which I had found myself; stuck and lost, guided through what is passing for my very own and personal labyrinth of life. If I had struck a blind path, or if it is leading me to anything; happiness or despair, is still too early for me to say. I can’t quite put a hoof, on where I am, or where this particular, peculiar path is about to take me. Even now, after a night’s sleep, the afterglow of the experience is so strong, my orchid is literally aglow and could have lit up the entire room. Not that my room is very large and expansive, but still. Even if I could have reached the bowl with my fore-hooves, I can not eat; in the position I had found myself, the position he had placed me in. Fortunately, I do not need to worry my pretty little head about these details. I have Spike. Just like clock-work, there is his steps in the hall. I can clearly hear the distinct squeaks, as he is making his way towards me. Naturally, I do not hear him opening the door, more than I could have heard anything beyond the door he had just opened. Of course; I will have no food, no meal without him. He is the deliverer of everything I have, everything I can and will ever have. Such is my life, in the situation I stepped into. Right now, I do not mind. The door slides up and he is stepping into the room. Since I can’t eat by myself, right now; he did not bother carrying all the individual bowls. I did not see him enter the room; before he is stepping in before me, apple in hand. I chew, and he is grinning merrily at me. Once I had eaten the entire apple, he offers me the carrot and I continue chewing. I enjoy my meal, even if the embarrassing situation. I enjoy it, because of him. My stallion. My one and only. He is my everything. As I finish the carrot, he offers me water and I drink. It is the same, crystal clear, fresh water he had always offered me. It is the only water he will ever bother bringing me. I do not know, why he offers me this water; other than to keep me happy and to quench my thirst. Is this the only water he can find? Or, am I truly the Rarity he calls me? Am I the gem of his life? What ever the reasons, the reasoning behind his actions and acting; I appreciate it, and him for what he is offering me. If I am the one and only for him? Who is to care, he gives me all I could ever wish for. Once I had drunk my fill, he leaves me to rest up. I am no longer hungry, or thirsty. Though he does come back for me; delivering the lunch and serves me, just as he served me my breakfast. I enjoy each and every instant of his presence and the effort he is putting into it. Naturally, he just had to leave me and walk out of the room, once more. Spike is leaving me, to tend to his duties and daily chores. I can not put the blame upon him, for performing his duties. There is a set of steps, in the hall; just after he opened the door, and walk up to my door. He opens the door and enters the room. I hear him move up to face me. He presents me with the delicious apple, made edible by its time in his right hand. I chew and he picks up the carrot. I chew and love every instant of him being in the room. The only issue of content, is that I can not be with him. I can not follow him, to where he needs to go and serve; what ever the duties, he serves during the rest of the day. If only, I could have stood by his side and aided him in his tasks. I can’t. I am stuck in place, in this very room. Yet, I can not let this come between me, and the joy of his presence. For as long as he is granted to stay in my room. I could not even mind him leaving me here. Even if I am stuck in place, on the cushion I am still resting. He leaves me, after he served me my dinner. I am alone. None to see and only the dark and the squeaks as my company. I am not scared of the dark. What scares me, is the quiet. My belly is full and I had drunk my fill; Spike and left, and I am once more alone. I yawn, but not overly audibly. I close my eyes, and squirm on the top of the cushion; just for the joy of the squeaks, and the noises it is granting me for the effort of caressing it with my belly. I have come to love the noises, from these squeaks of the cushion. I could not help it, and I can not help myself. Then again, my hooves is keeping me stuck in place. I could go nowhere. As I closed my eyes, it is dark. Even with my hooves stuck in place, I can move just enough for the cushion to grant me just one more squeak of its joy. I fall asleep, but I am not quite aware of it. My belly, still resting on the cushion and I squirm. I hear the squeaks. Suddenly, I realize that the cushion is slipping out from under me, squeaking merrily at me in what I am taking for encouragement. I try to follow, but can’t for my life figure out how to follow it. I manage to lift my right and left fore-hoof, respectively; but, my hind hooves just do not respond, or if I can’t feel them and have no actual control of their movement. I am stuck. The cushion stops and turns around. It stops before me, as if it intends to sniff curiously at me. Then it squeaks in question. I part my lips, in an effort to open my mouth and respond. I want to answer its question. It is, as if I understand enough to answer; what my cushion wants, from me. “Squeak!” I exclaim. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak, squeak!” I add, and it nods in response. “Oh!” I ponder; “You want me to lift my hooves?” I ponder. Curious, but what could I possibly say. Now, my lips are wet and slippery. I feel the clear and slippery wetness slowly spread into my mouth. I feel how it is growing thicker on its way into my mouth. The more of the wet is spreading into my mouth, the less squeaky my voice is becoming. It is as if the gel is air, I can breathe. I draw in a heavy breath. The breath is nourishing me and my voice is almost restored. “Indeed!” I exclaim, before I draw in yet another deep breath. I draw in a third breath, and my voice is as normal as it will ever be, in this strange place. I lift my head and look at the cushion. All of a sudden; what had previously been my cushion, now takes the shape of Spike. He smiles back at me. “Don’t forget, to breathe!” he scolds me, in indignation; “Or, you may turn into a Ponequine, for good!” he continues. “I don’t think, I want to become a Ponequine!” I respond; eyes downcast, in obvious shame and embarrassment. “I have no use for a Ponequine, so you should make certain never to forget to breathe!” he points out. After a few more breathes, I lift up my gaze to face him. "How, could you help me?” I squeak out the obvious question. “Like this!” he responds, showing me how he is lifting his right and left foot in turn. “Oh, I respond, tugging at my hooves, one at the time. Neither hoof really do come off of the ground. I do feel, how the hooves slowly start to stretch more and more; each time and the more effort I am putting into it. “How do you manage that, silly?” he inquires; baffled and in shock, from the result gained by my increasing efforts. “I just try to follow your example, in your footstep!” I respond, not quite grasping his problem. “Oh, yeah; I guess that is the problem, since you don’t have feet!” he chuckles, in response. “I will simply have to try harder; to pull harder and with more enthusiasm, than I have put into it!” I offer. “I guess that may help!” he suggests, not sure of what better to put forth in helping me out of the sticky situation. Of course; the Spike in my dream is not the Dragon, who put me in the situation in the first place. That spike is an actual, real Dragon of flesh and blood. This is merely a figment of my imagination in a dream, trying to live up to what I expect out of him. I pull harder, and my hooves stretch out more. When my hooves are stretching out, I am pulled further in. The more I put into it, the deeper I sink down into the rubber membrane upon which I am standing. After a few minutes, of strenuous efforts; half of my legs had already sunken down, into the makeshift pool. The deeper I sink, the more effort I am putting into it; then I am merely sinking down faster, as result of my effort. After a few more attempts, I had found myself actually sinking continuously. I do no longer need to pull at my hooves, to continue to sink. A few more minutes and I find myself slipping through the membrane and falling into the layer of existence below it. “Oh, there you are!” the light purple stallion exclaims. “Ow!” I exclaim. “Yes, that seems to be the case!” I respond. “Where did Spike go?” I inquire. “Spike? He did not go anywhere!” he points out; pointing a hoof at the shadow, overhead. “Is he still up, there? But, then who are you?” I inquire. “I am him; his dream avatar, you are dreaming up!” he points out. First now, I notice the leathery wings. For a Pony, these would be referred to as Bat wings. For Spike; they are a Dragon’s wings. Just that he neglected to make the point, or distinction. Then again, he is the avatar of him I had just dreamed up; I did not know, so neither does the Avatar. I prance about, reveling in my new-found freedom. He is not bothered, but prance around me. We continue to prance about, like a little filly and colt on Hearth’s Warming Eve. At some point, he just happens to be facing me, kissing me. I wake up with his lips pressed firmly against mine. My lips parted and his tongue slipping in. In chock, I realize; that he is indeed kissing me in the real world, too. “How much of this dream is just a dream, and how much is due to the stimulation he was providing me with?” I ponder.
K.I.S.S.. ”His tongue is so deliciously coarse!” I realize, in the instant I wake up from the long slumber. I had been resting, from the previous bout, when he ate me; from the inside and out. He certainly had eaten me alive. This is the reason, why I am hot, feeling hot and alive today. I had certainly needed a day to rest, wind down and gather my strength. I still feel his smooth lips pressed tight and firmly against my parted lips as his tongue slide over my own lips. I had been woken up and summoned back to the room, as his tongue plunged down my throat. There is no escaping, this call for attention. He had just done it on me before. I had enjoyed it then, and I am certainly enjoying it now. If only this kiss could last, but I should have known better; he breaks the kiss, as his tongue slip out of my mouth and he is pulling back. Hesitantly and seemingly unwillingly; even as he knows, he has to pull back now. He takes a step back, slowly as if to demonstrate something; giving me a final view of him and his face. Once he had stepped back, he stays and lingers in place for but a moment that may be as much as a minute. “Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear; as he is moving around me, with slow and deliberate steps on his way to the back. “Squeak, squeak; I hear, as he is moving in behind me. I know there is no sneaking, in a room where everything is rubber or coated with it. Even I am included in this statement. “Time to warm up, my little filly!” he exclaims. I just nod, in response. “Now it is time to warm you up, for what is before you!” he exclaims. I just nod. I know there is no point in refusing or trying to escape. Even if my hind hooves had not been fused to the floor on which I am currently standing. But, who wants to escape; from what I know, he is about to bestow upon me. I am looking forwards to what he is about to do, relishing in the expectation of how it will make me feel. In just a few more minutes. Of course, just a few more minutes. I can wait. Spike licks his lips, in anticipation. There is a squeak, and Spike takes a step back; admiring what he has before him for a moment, before he is moving forwards. I feel his lips on my mound, around the now stiff and slippery orchid. He licks the tip of the petals of the orchid, in obvious delight. He had grown to enjoy and saviour the flavour of me. My juices draw him to me, like a moth to the flame. I could not complain, had I wanted to, but why would I bother complaining? When I am looking forwards to his next move. He is just teasing me, as he is warming up by lapping at the petals of my orchid. “Oooh!” I exclaim, as his tongue forcefully plunges right into me and borrows itself deeply into me. “Oh, oh!” I exclaim; as his tongue is squirming inside me, like a worm on a hook. Hot, and now wet; I am stuck before him, in breathless anticipation. “If he is licking me, my orchid; I have to be hot and delicious, not to mention wet!” I ponder. “Almost there, almost there!” he ponders; “Excellent, just excellent!” he continues, as he feels me reacting to his efforts. “This is as hot as I want her to be, time to move up to the next stage of my exploration!” he exclaims, after he had pulled back. “One small detail!” he ponders, and slips in his little plug from behind; “That ought to do it!” he continues. “I need to be at my peak; when I am performing for my gem, Rarity!” he declares. “Oow!” he exclaims; “That sure is big; and it made me much tighter, than I had anticipated!” he ponders; as he is reacting on his anal plug slipping in, and plopping in his rear orifice. As the clear rubber membrane had finally filled up, from his rump and all the way down into his anal cavity; he feels the clear rubber spreading out over his shaft, from the root and all the way out over the head. A thick sleeve, forming over him; giving him some extra size and making him even more sensitive than he had thought possibly. Naturally, the head is coarse and coated in a clear lubricating gel, for the duration. “Oh, oh!” he exclaims, as he is stroking the tip of the glossy head; just as the process had finished. “He is in for a wild ride!” I ponder; “And then, I am forced to make him enjoy it; just as much as he is making me enjoy it, in the process!” I continue. “Oh, I almost forgot!” he exclaims, in embarrassment over the mistake; “But I can as well try this out now!” he ponders; as he is slipping in his oral tube, feeling the clear rubber membrane slipping into his mouth, coating his tongue and pushing down his through. Of course, this membrane will also push outwards and basically mute him as well in the process. No more elaborate speeches, on his side. “I should try that out, just to see how she is reacting; now, before I get used to it!” he ponders; placing his lips around my orchid, lapping at my petals for a moment, before he pushes forwards. “Ooooh, ooooh!” I exclaim, just as the tip of his now highly elastic tongue plunges deep inside me in a single, swift move. “Now, I certainly am in for it!” I realize, in shock and aw, in that one instant. “That was fun; why did I not try that out, before?” he ponders, as he realizes how exciting this new experience is to him In realization; he tries it out again; once, twice, thrice. His tongue slipping in and out, easily and fast enough; while eliciting unexpected and exciting sensations, he simply could never have been prepared for. “I am getting of track, it is time I give her what I came here for!” he ponders. With that, he is pulling his tongue out of me, stopping only to lap at my petals for a minute or two. “This Stallion knows how to reel his mare in!” I realize, reveling in my new-found reverence for him. “Oow!” I ponder; “ I feel empty, now; when he pulled out of me, like that!” I realize. There is no way, for me to make him slip back, into me. Yet, maybe I should not be disappointed; considering what is about to come next. I had been distracted, by what I had; enough to miss, what I was about to be given. If, only I am prepared to wait for him to walk around me. He is required to face me, in order for him to give me the treat. He always gives me a treat, when he comes over to have a bout. I never complained before, and I am not about to start complaining now. “What treat is he giving me today!” I ponder, while I wait for him to take the final few steps, to face me. He is presenting me with a Strawberry; large, and juicy. A very tasty treat, when I am permitted to say so. Just like the previous treats; the Strawberry is spiked, even if I do not know of it right away. If it is to enhance my immediate experience, or if it is to tie be to him; who is to say, Spike does not say anything right now. I could not blame him. I open my mouth, accepting the priced treat; slowly chewing, treasuring the given delicacy. Did I truly have a choice, when it all came to it? I do not know, just as I do not care. I enjoy the taste of the Strawberry. Once he had returned to the back of me, he is exploring the plug with his claws. I feel each and every touch the instant it is applied. I can’t escape it, more than I could have escaped him; had I wanted to, considering how my hooves are fused to the floor upon which I stand. He takes his time, exploring me; enjoying the position and considering what he is about to do next. He knew his next move, before he had even given me the Strawberry for the daily treat. I am about to learn, what he had in mind for me today. I am tight and wet, ready to take him in, if I want to or not. He had seen to it, in his meticulous preparation of me. I just had not realized what he was doing, why or what his purpose is. “Strange, why does the plug feel so large?” I ponder. Of course it is not the plug, that is larger today; it is I, who am tighter than I had been expecting. Spike wants me tight, thus he spiked my Strawberry, to give the effect. It may not be the primary effect of the Strawberry he gave me, but he liked to add it to the list. I do not complain. I would not have complained, even if I could have voiced my complaints and been free to move. Which I am not. As he stands behind me, I am clearly lifting my tail; inviting him, to do what I am expecting him to do. I feel him, as he is placing both his hands firmly on my rump. He is stretching and placing himself up for the kill. I feel his tongue, as he is licking my orchid and mound eagerly. I feel the joy in the action. He makes me shiver, in anticipation. The plunge is imminent. Isn’t it? He bends his neck, tracing the deep from my mound and up to the plug. I feel his wet tongue; as he is teasing me with great deliberation. He is taking his time, enjoying the last moments; before he is pulling back, in order to regroup. “Oh?” I ponder. When he is back, it is clearly not the tip of his tongue I feel, as he renew his efforts. The head is slippery and wet, as it is teasing my orchid for but a moment; before he is pressing the advantage, taking the plunge. I feel myself contracting around him, holding him tightly, in a very firm grip. “Ooh, ooh!” he exclaims. “I think I have you, there; my dear Spike!” I ponder, triumphantly. But of course, it is he who had me first. He had had me, all along. From the first day. I could as well admit it, and feel better as a result. Denying it, will not benefit me in the least. I am not on trial, and I am not being punished for admitting anything here. Spike does not need to listen to what I say, but he prefers to make me enjoy his effort nonetheless. I feel Spike holding on to my rump, pulling himself closer in order to thrust himself into me. As he is pushing himself in, I feel myself drawing him in. As he is hitting the bottom, he bounces up. I feel him slide out and away, but find myself far too tight for him to actually make the escape. Not that he had actually wanted to, had he been able to. He had initiated the act, in order to fulfill the promise given. Spike yelps and hold on for dear life. With the plug in, at least he does not need to worry about coming prematurely. I just feel him inside, such as he prepared for me. As opposed to a toy, he is warm inside me; just as I am warm around him. Moment by moment, I feel the excitement mount and build towards what I know can not be avoided. The first contraction, followed by an explosive orgasm. Orgasm by orgasm, I enjoy the moment. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Yet, he is not moving faster than I can enjoy. Nor faster, than he could enjoy. At least, so long as he manages to hold on, to my rump. He does not let go or lose his grip. While I knew it will happen, but I am not aware of exactly when I am peaking. I am just coming, over and over. I am trapped in the bubble of bliss. While it did take me an hour, but he holds on, for another hour; just to enjoy the ride. Could I blame him? In the end, he manages to pull out; just as he chose to, and push back to feel with both his feet onto the floor with a joyous squeak. He walks out and leave me to enjoy the moment.
Introduction. I had obviously been permitted to have my climax, late last night. How long I had been left along and how many orgasms I had; I have no idea, and I certainly do not care. I had enjoyed it, for as long as it had lasted. As a matter of fact, I still feel the taste of the Strawberry he gave me. Since I don’t know what day it is, I will simply assume that it was yesterday and refer to it as if I knew it had been. Why bother, with what I don’t know and can’t confirm? I am however, feeling quite hot. The cushion is not under me, where it had been, last night. I have no idea, as to where it is. She will be back, soon enough. If and when spike tells her to return. It feels, as if I am a puddle on the floor. I melted, sometime last night. I grew too hot, for the rubber that is my body could contain its shape and coherence. I can not summon the strength, with which to regain myself, such as I had been. Maybe, I should not care? If what I feel is real, or if it is some kind of illusion or hallucination; I have no idea, it is just how I feel right now. I just do not dare question, how or what I am feeling. If I am not brave enough, or strong enough; to challenge my world, or the perceptions before my very eyes, then so be it. I clearly was coated with the rubber of the tubes Spike asked me to insert, and in that case I am now that rubber. I am hot, and rubber is melting when it grows hot. After everything I had been through, how could I possibly be the same; even if my physical body is still that, of the Pony who trotted into Princess Twilight Sparkle’s castle of Friendship? I do not know, I lost my bearings. If I had been lost, and a failure; as a Pony, then what am I now? I am no longer a Pony, in shape or spirit. Accepting the given meals, by the one named Spike should be no shame, at least it is keeping me alive and offering his companionship. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” is heard, as a new white Pony is trotting into the hall where what had been my room is. Since there is no Pony in the room, the door to my room is open; the silicone white pony opens the door and enters. She finds nothing but the puddle of white rubber melted on the floor. She had just passed the test and been permitted to enter the second, or inner hall. Had she known better, she would have recognized the white rubber on the floor. Maybe this is simply becuase she had not seen the interior of the other rooms? If she had, she would have recognized this room as special, in the white rubber on the floor. That silicone white rubber is me, the former Pony who used to live in this room. I am still here and lives in the room. As luck has it, she is stepping in the puddle of white rubber. For good or for ill; but she had placed her hooves on the floor in the room, touching me where I am lying. Somehow, I reach out, clinging to her and the form of her body. Had I forgotten who I was, and the shape of my very own body? In shock, I try as best as I can; to regroup and reform into the shape of the only Pony in the room. A shape is forming, and I am finally cooling down. I try not to scare the mare in the room, so I delay the regrouping in the hopes of her at least not seeing me take form. She would be freaked out enough, just by seeing me in her own shape. “Squeak, squeak!” the mare turns around, stepping out of the room that is still mine. She leaves the door open, as if in the hopes to recognize where she had already been. This room was not hers. I follow the sounds of the squeaks her hooves are leaving in her wake. By the sounds and the time I manage to guess well enough; when she is out of sight and I am out of mind. I quicken the pace and regroup completely within the span of a few minutes. I look around, finding no trace of having been in the room. Everything is left untouched, just the way it had been when I came. Aside from the missing cushion, of course. “Did I absorb the cushion in the overheated state I had been in, or did Spike remove it for me?” I ponder. “No point in sneaking; she will hear me the moment I take a single step, so I can as well trot out normally!” I ponder. “Besides, I can as well greet her, now!” I ponder. I follow the sound of the new mare’s squeaks, to the next room. If she is stopping in there long enough; I could face her there, without startling her too much. Or, at least; so I figure, hoping I am right. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” I hear the little noises from my hooves with each and every step I take. There is no avoiding it, and I know it. I do not try to sneak, but try to move as natural as I possibly can muster. While I move, she stops; worried and scared of what it could possibly be. “Oh, but of course; she has been alone in her room, on the other side of that door!” I realize; remembering my very own time, in the room on the other side of that door. I stop before the door, knocking. I try to make the sound as friendly as I possibly could manage. No need to come out as insistent, here. “Uh, who’s there?” she inquires. “Your friendly neighbour!” I offer, in a fairly normal voice. Or, at least I hope it is how it came out. It isn’t as if I had too many Ponies to speak to. I know she had been alone, save for the company of Spike. The door was never closed or locked; I could have stepped right in, but I prefer to come out as friendly. “Neigh-bour?” she inquires, with a hesitation to her voice. While her voice carries the same trace of rubber and squeak to it, as mine; it is clearly, and distinctly different from my voice. For that, I am grateful. At least, I have something separating me, from her. “Yes, I live in the room, next door! The room you just checked, and discarded!” I point out, explaining the situation. “You live in the room, with the white floor?” she inquires. “Yes, that is me!” I respond, now giggling. With just a little bit of a squeak, I push the door open and step into her room. “Hiya, Neigh-bour!” she responds, as I am stepping into the light of her room. “Hiya!” I respond, as I scan the room and notice how she had been coated by exactly the same rubber I had been coated with, “He offered you an Apple, a Carrot, and a bowl of water, for inserting the tubes?” she inquires, as the realization is hitting her squarely in the face. “You think; he picks the food, from the Royal Kitchen?” I suggest. “If she is coated with the same rubber, she inserted the same tubes!” I ponder, hesitating a moment, before I sniff the air. “Sniff, sniff” “Yes, she most certainly is just as wet as I was; when I moved in, in my room!” I ponder, giggling at myself. “On second thought, I think I need to check her out!” I ponder; as I trot up behind her and press my muzzle squarely on her mound. I part my lips, licking the petals of her orchid, one at the time. “Raspberry, definitely Raspberry!” I pronounce, before I return to lapping at her orchid. “Raspberry?” she responds, in sudden shock. “Yes, Raspberry!” I respond, then realizing she never enjoyed his Raspberry, quite yet. “Don’t let me spoil the fun, but I am sure you will enjoy it in but a few days!” I offer. “Are you talking of Spike?” she inquires. “Yes, but of course!” I respond. “That is incredible, it feels great!” she realizes, despite herself; “If only you could have asked, first; and I just may have accepted it!” she points out. “Sorry about that, I just got so excited; I got ahead of myself and forgot to ask!” I respond. “The Spike who offered you an Apple, a Carrot and a bowl of water? “Yes, that Spike! I thought he was a stallion, but something lets on that he is like no other Pony!” I point out. “No, he is indeed like no other Pony I ever met! No mere Stallion would offer me an Apple or a Carrot, right out of the Royal kitchen!” she offers. “By the way, call me Gem!” I offer, as a bit of an afterthought. “I prefer the name over any of the options before me, and I like her to have a name to call me by. If I offer her a name, she can call me by that and I am no longer a nameless, faceless Pony left and forgotten!” I ponder. “Thank you, Gem; call me Rarity!” she responds. “Okay; thank you, Rarity!” I respond. “Now, at least; I do have one friend, in this Rarity who lives next door. “Oh, and thank you; too, Gem!” she responds, with an innocent giggle. “At least, I am not alone, down here!” Rarity ponders. Of course, she may call herself a rarity, but she is not the Rarity of Ponyville. Not that I care; it is a name, I can call her by. Maybe she does not recall her original name, more than I do. I forgot the name; somewhere during the bliss Spike gave me and under the influence of the tasty treats he gave me during these excited bouts. I may not know my name, or who I was; but at least; I have a friend, and I know what I want. At least, as far as Spike permitted me to explore my desires.
Into the Heat. At least, I am not alone here anymore; Gem is such a sweet and lovable friend, to me. While she is hiding something for me, but she believes it is for my good. I have no idea, exactly what it is; if I want to have it, or if I should have tried to escape it. Of course, escape is too late for me, far too late. Just as Spike serves Gem an Apple, a Carrot and a bowl of water; he serves me exactly the same treats. I love him for it. If it is because of, or despite the price I paid for the services; who knows, I have no idea at this point. Maybe, just maybe; that is because I do not know who I were, or what I was dreaming of before. Yet, I love what I am given. I had fallen asleep, on that cushion in the room. I had actually been given this squishy cushion I can sleep on. I do not need to lie prone on the cold floor, in order to sleep. I had fallen asleep, on my cushion; when I wake up, my hind hooves had fused to the floor on which they are still resting. I can’t pull either of them even an inch up, now. I am stuck. At least, it means that I can not fall off of my cushion, during the night. Maybe I should be grateful? “Good morning, my precious!” Spike exclaims, just as he opens the door and steps right into my room. On second thought, of course I had heard the squeaks from his steps. I had just ignored them. “Good morning, Spike!” I respond. “My precious little Rarity, I have something I think you would enjoy!” he points out, as he is offering me the Raspberry. “A Raspberry, that is a cue!” I ponder; “Thank you, Spike!” I respond, just as he is feeding me the delicious berry. Such a delicious irony, that he just happened to be called Spike; when it is indicating that he is spiking the treats, he was offering me. I would have to know, he had actually spiked the berries; for me to have a chance to know of the irony. I had not even been here; long enough to know, or even see a hint of it. “Since you are not going anywhere, for a few moments; maybe I could tease or taste you, just to see if the Raspberry is going through?” he points out, just as he is walking around me. “Don’t worry, I do not eat more meat, than you would!” Spike explains, in a teasing tone of voice. “Ooh!” I exclaim. Spike had just placed his lips on my mound, covering the petals of my orchid. I feel the tip of his tongue plunge deep into me; thrust with explosive force. I could not have stopped him, and now I can do nothing to prevent him from having his way with me. I could but hope I taste good. “Ooooh! Ooh, ooh!” I sigh, in reaction to sensations assaulting me from behind. I feel his tongue pulling back; just to renew his assault and teases me with his tongue. I feel the hot tongue sliding in and out, in and out. Fast and slow, fast and slow. If it is he, or I who is wet; but I had been wet from the moment I felt his lips on my mound. I know as much. Why, oh why; are my feelings betraying me? It is not just that I love the taste of the offered Raspberry, with a taste that lingers impossibly long in my mouth. It is, as if the very wetness in my mouth is laced with the taste of his Raspberry. As I grow wet, and hot; I find myself slowly melting into a puddle before him. He is making me orgasm by pure force. There is no stopping him, just as there is no resisting the emotions flooding my mind as he is assaulting me from behind with his tongue deep inside me. “Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” I hear from my hooves, as I am incapable of holding still enough to prevent it, as if I had cared enough or wanted to. I feel myself tighten up and contract around him, his tongue; as he keeps assaulting me with the delightful tongue of his. There is a contraction, and then another and another; before I feel the first actual orgasm hit home. I feel it hitting me, and hard; then there is another, and another. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster. “Squeak, squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear from the cushion under my belly. The delightful cushion is squishy, and growing more squishy by the moment as I am held steadfast on top of it. No escape, and no surrender. I feel the contractions of my orgasm, like a ticking clock or a bomb about to go off; as I feel hot and growing hotter. Steaming and soaking hot, it feels as if I am about to melt; like the perfect little rubber mare I had become, under the caring claws of the Dragon, I know as Spike. Under his loving care and attention, I had slipped in the tubes that turned me into a willing and eager rubber Pony; ready to do as he commands, just for the tasty treats he is offering me. One single Cherry, Raspberry or Strawberry; for each bout he is taking out on me, making me melt under his attention. I am not joking, or making an expression here; I am actually physically melting, as if I had actually been a rubber Figurine standing too near the furnace, on a cold and lonely night. I am drawn to Spike, like a Moth to the bright, hot flame. There is no escaping it, and I do not even wish to escape him. I never really wanted to escape, even before I knew who he was; just as I will not wish to escape him, when I have learned the truth. Of course, by then; it will be too late, too late by far. I am already addicted to his caresses and the influences of the berries of his treats. While Spike is holding on to my rump with his hands, the cushion is caressing my belly, with each and every tiny little motion I have been pushed into performing. I feel Spike’s claws digging into the rubber skin of my behind; while his tongue is ravaging me to his heart’s content. I can’t complain, when I am enjoying what he is giving me. It is not, that I am obligated to give him anything and everything he points his claw at. I give freely, even if he never really had asked anything of me. Short of slipping the tubes in, of course. I had eagerly followed the instructions, for the meals he is serving me; even before I knew the consequences on my body and person. I am hot; because Spike desires me, but now I am starting to feel hot. It is not so much that the room is warming up, or in the effort of standing before him. Yet, I feel as if I am growing hot; to the point, where I am physically melting. It is, what it means to be made out of rubber. Had I ever tried any of the berries he is offering me, straight up, and not had sex with him; maybe I would have known if this is part of it. If I had cared; but I am hot, enjoying the attention I feel from Spike behind me. Somewhere along the line, I peak; but there is still no climax, in sight. It is; as if I can’t climax with, Spike in the room. He is helping me, permitting me; to actually enjoy sex, to the fullest.
